The Groomer Mga Nobela at Kwento

Christina smiled inwardly, " Yes, I know the hell you've been passing through all this while. I'm aware that you don't want to be with your opposite gender. But you need to do this so you won't forfeit everything you've worked for… " She gasped deeply, " Ma'am Melita, this is my idea and you need to rest on it. Hire a groom, just for sixty days. And within these sixty days, you'll get your industry ready and the contract will be over. " Melita watched her move straight into the kitchen. She wondered how easy it was going to be to put the idea into action. Hiring a groom. He will sign the contract, just for sixty days. He will live with him under the same roof until the contract is over.

"Gigi was our biggest regret. We couldn't let it happen again. But we were scared—scared no guy would ever be willing. They all bailed the second we stirred up drama. How could we trust any of them would actually die for you?" They weren't wrong. Couples lined up to get married every day, but how many would actually take a hit for each other? That's why they wrecked every wedding. To protect me—and to see if the groom would prove it. I'd had five fiancés. Only Leroy made it through. I broke down in their arms, shaking. "It's too much. I wish it were me in that bed... not him." They kept whispering, over and over, "He'll wake up. He will."

To begin with, it was Moriah and Shaun's wedding, so she awkwardly mentioned Ethan's name. The company was indeed a great event firm. They are professionals and excel in their work, furthermore the company strictly follows the Non Disclosure Agreement. So what had happened in Moriah's wedding was never disclosed. Moriah looked at Ethan and caught him staring at her. He leaned and whispered in her ears. "You owe me a wedding ceremony." Moriah was in between complaining and laughing. "We're already married." "I want to change the memory that I have been just a replacement groom," he replied as he gently squeezed her waist.

It was a sunny morning but the groom seemed to have a bit of a problem as he rushed into a room to see his best friend still sprawled on the bed sleeping like nothing mattered in the world. "Wake up you sleepyhead" Bryan said as he shook his friend from sleep, there was a hint of urgency in his voice and it was also evident on his face.

My hands immediately began to tremble as they were still gripping my gown, murmurings filled the hall and the infuriated look on Luke’s face made it known to me that I was doomed. “You may kiss your bride.” The pastor repeated in a different tone. Tristan still had his eyes drawn in askance at me. After glancing around shortly, he wore a smile, obviously to not make things look awkward since people from different media houses were here. “Bride,” he said through his smiling teeth, held my hands and pulled me closer to him, connecting his lips to mine.

"I became the surrogate groom... Oskar left Elena just as the wedding was about to begin." "A surrogate groom?" Susanne frowned. "That means, your marriage is only temporary?" "No mom ...This marriage is not temporary because it is very serious," explained Ray. "Then what about Oskar? Are you sure he won't come back again? And are you sure Elena can love you after so long she's been in a relationship with Oskar?" David wondered in amazement. "Why did you decide to become a surrogate groom... Decide to marry Elena who doesn't necessarily love you?"

Stephane POV: "Hey! The groom is here! Wait, can we call you the groom? It is not like you guys are just getting married. You are already her groom!" One of Christine's friends with the screeching voice and full face of makeup and more plastic surgery than was aesthetic hounds me at the entrance to the bustling hall.

He held himself with a calm authority, and despite the utter chaos, there was a sense of control about him that made my knees wobble in an entirely different way. “I’m Damon,” he said, voice smooth and steady, almost like honey wrapped around steel. “And this,” he gestured at Alaric, who was now glaring at me like I personally owed him my life, “is Alaric, your soon-to-be groom.” My brain short-circuited. Groom? Did he just say… groom? My lips parted, my hands flailed slightly, and my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. “Groom? Wait… w-what? My groom? No! No, we’re not! Duh!”

I pointed at the door and yelled, "Get out!" He warned me not to regret my decision before leaving with Yvette in tow. The next day, one of my colleagues sent me a video. Henry, dressed in a white suit, instructed some office people to put up a banner. "Congratulations to Mr. Henry Fenton and Ms. Yvette Samson!" the banner read. I immediately jumped out of bed. After grabbing my coat, I sped toward the happy couple's wedding venue. I scoffed as soon as I saw the banner. The wedding was being hosted at a hotel. Upon entering the lobby, I was met with a huge crowd. Not long after, I caught sight of Henry.

He lend me a paper bag. "What's this?" I asked him. "It's a sausage. She loves sausage." He took the paper bag from me and open it. I can't see his face. He's wearing a gray hoodie jacket and a face mask. His voice is so thick and deep. He has a hands and fingers that could envy a girl plainly or sexually. He's eyes screamed determination. "Here. Do you want to take her?" He said while holding the cat. The cat seems comfortable. Are they friends? Do the cat know him?