The Groomer Novels & Stories

I stood in my elaborate wedding dress in the center of the hotel banquet hall, bowing slightly to the guests gathered around. "Thank you all, friends and family, for coming to today's wedding ceremony. However, there's been an unexpected change. The bride will no longer be me. It will be Lisa Jenner instead. "I deeply apologize for this surprise, and I'm grateful that everyone took time out of their schedules to attend this wedding banquet. I hope this won't dampen your spirits, and please continue to enjoy the celebration."

Amelia barely kept her expression neutral as Beside her, Alexander walked with effortless confidence. She looked up at him and he seemed so Untouchable and Powerful shrouded with his cold aura. They entered the ballroom together and Yet somehow it felt like they had arrived separately. If he had heard the murmurs then then he did a perfect job hiding it like he hadn’t been the said groom of the scandalous bride. The room sparkled with crystal chandeliers and gold accents And on the stage,A live orchestra played softly. The Champagne flowed easily as Laughter echoed.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

His browbone and jawline were both sharp and resolute. With a faint smile lingering on his lips, he held me close and walked steadily ahead. Was this Giovanni himself? The notorious heir of the Alonzi family, who was said to be crippled and disfigured? I was so stunned that my mind went completely blank. The wedding of a prominent family was incredibly elaborate. I felt like a puppet the entire time, moving purely on reflex. Giovanni watched me intently, his gaze so tender it felt as though I were drowning in it.

Nicholas Sanders had heard enough, there seems to be more going on, he smiled to himself, his plan was going perfectly well, If Evangeline happened to die from the hands of Ortom’s thugs, it would be one less problem for him, he would get Mary whatever she wanted, and he would use whatever means possible. He walked up to the both of them, hugging them both“Commanders, whatever you are talking about can wait, I think we have a long-expected guest riding in” He collected the handgun handed over to him by Ortom as they all looked out the window to see a dangerous and menacingly and bloody blue-eyed man alight from his horse, though they were rather taken aback by the fact that he was dressed in

I stood on the stage alone in my wedding dress. I turned to the guests and gave a deep bow. "Thank you all for attending my wedding. Unfortunately, there have been some last-minute changes. "Bianca York will now take over Sandra Zimmer as the bride. I sincerely apologize, and please enjoy the night." The room fell completely silent. Gordon Abbott—the groom—stormed onto the stage and snatched the glass from my hand. "Sandra, what are you talking about? Today's our wedding. That was just a mistake!" His expression was unmistakably dark.

"Well, you know Gabe and I would never say no to clients in need. Thank you for hiring us, we will do our absolute best to make your special day extraordinary." I look at the groom to be, who has a sour expression painted on his face. He is wearing a rather baggy and wrinkly t-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals. With unkempt curly hair and a big nose, he's not a bad looking guy. He just looks grumpy - really grumpy.

I pick my head up to see Avery and the rest of the Groomed Hunters climbing the bleachers towards me. Great, yippy my favourite people are here. Can you feel the sarcasm? We call them the ‘Groomed Hunter’ because their mothers have more or less groomed them to go after the highest-ranked mate they can. Totally, forgetting about the idea of fated or destined mates. From what I’ve seen our wolves are more interested in personalities when it comes to finding a mate. Which if these five don’t change it will be hard for them to find a wolf that will want them. “What are you talking about Avery?”

The groom wouldn't see them in their gown before the ceremony. Although a mating ceremony was not a wedding, it was a little different since I wouldn't be walking down an aisle. Daemon and I would walk together to the elder who was performing the ceremony. I read up about the ceremony and the vows we would take. We would say our vows as mated wolves, and then I would say my vow to the pack as their Luna.

“Ouch. Well, I understand why you—” He held up a third finger. “THREE.” She sat up straight. “There’s another one? A third finger?” “Oh yes.” He waved his middle finger in the air. “As a matter of fact, this is the worst of the fingers. Three: I am a groomsman.” She swung around and faced him, mouth wide open. “Are you kidding me? A groomsman? What? Why? How?”