The Groomer Novels & Stories

On the other side The room was adorned with anticipation as the groom prepared for his special day. In a corner, a finely tailored sherwani awaited its wearer, exuding an aura of regality and charm. The groom approached the ensemble, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns of embroidery that adorned the rich fabric.

"Miss, you claim this wedding dress belongs to you. Do you have any proof?" "Of course I do," I replied calmly. "This shop is a personal brand founded by the world's top designer. My wedding dress was personally designed by him. To prevent counterfeiting, there's a chip embedded inside the gown. A simple scan will reveal the owner's information." I raised my wrist. "And this bracelet is the matching device used to scan that chip."

"Relax. She's just helping you with the marks. Come the actual wedding day, you'll be front and center." Derek said it to me, but his eyes—and half his body—were already aimed at the door. Riley was taking her sweet time, lingering by the exit, waiting for him to chase after her. "Alright, I'm driving Riley home. Grab a cab for yourself today." I kept smiling. "Okay. Drive safe." Derek finally tossed me a look of approval, then shot a wink at his groomsmen. They gave him thumbs-ups.

"That soon..." "Mm." I slipped off my glove, showing the diamond ring on my left hand. "Gotta get back for a wedding." Her body swayed. She stared at the ring, voice catching before it finally came out. "You... You're getting married?" I nodded. Her face went rigid. The corners of her mouth twitched. Like she couldn't decide whether to smile or cry. In the end, she bit her lower lip until it went pale. "Then... congratulations." Her voice was barely there, but every word landed hard.

I’m not blaming anyone, but you could’ve handled things better. Babe <3: I’ll be the bigger person here. For old times’ sake, maybe we can try to be civil. And honestly? I miss you. You were my best friend. Babe <3: I’m getting married in two months. Right before the tour starts. Never thought I’d meet the one, but I did. I hope you find that too. Babe <3: We’re doing a month-long cruise before the wedding. I sent the invite to your email. It’s couples-only, so bring your boyfriend. Or maybe that friend of yours… Mara? Doesn’t matter, just bring someone.

Jason was the brightest light in my life, dispelling every shadow and leading me into a brand-new future. And now, we have two little twinkling stars of our own. He was the right groom all along!

The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased. Lorenzo became even more infuriated when he found out the church he had booked was hosting a wedding. His baskets of roses had been pushed into a corner to make room for lilies. "What's going on?" he snapped, grabbing one of the church staff, his face dark. "I paid for exclusive use of this place for the entire day!" Just then, the wedding ceremony ended. The church doors swung open, and cheers spilled out. The groom looked familiar. He was the Don of the Argento family from Southern Darvent, Dominic. The possessive way he gazed at his bride left no doubt about his feelings.

The guests at our wedding were all prominent figures in society. I didn't want to make a name for myself in this social circle through such a scandal, nor did I want to ruin the wedding that Mom and Dad had been yearning to have for so long now. I got Henry to summon the security guards and drag Isaac out of the hall. The short interruption didn't affect my wedding ceremony in any way. Everything proceeded smoothly. Once everything was over and the guests had been sent off, I turned to Henry and said, "Can you give me some time to handle the earlier matter? I need to make things clear to him."

Normally, I was swift enough to avoid his tactics, but I was taken off guard and crashed down to the ground as he jumped on me. I yipped a laugh and he flashed me a grin, pleased with himself. I hadn’t seen him this playful in a long time. He began to lick the fur at the nape of my neck. It tickled and I squirmed but yipped out another laugh. Among wolves, grooming was something parents did to their pups, but it was also an act done by partners. Among mates or lovers, it was more intimate. Heated. Affectionate. While Cole was being playful, this act meant something more.

He was reading in the shaky voice of a man trying to get through this particular event so he can go home and close the door and pretend this specific evening never happened. Why, though? Isn't it in his job description? But on further observation and looking closely,up close next to him, was one of the tattooed men with a gun pressed into the priest's ribs. It was done so casually I double checked to be sure I was seeing things right, the expression on the tattooed man’s face was light, like it was a completely normal Tuesday. The groom stood to my left… I knew he was the groom because, Dark suit, tattoos crawling up past his collar and past his cuffs, mapping his skin in a language I didn't