Groom Stories Novels & Stories

A collection of short, tantalizing tales that explore the intimate and forbidden. From secret rendezvous to unexpected passions, each story offers a seductive escape into a world where desire knows no limits. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. Perfect for those who crave a quick, steamy read.

YEARNERS delivers addictive short stories filled with building tension and passionate moments. Each tale is a complete journey spread over 7 to 10 chapters. You’ll find slow teasing that leads to overwhelming encounters, touches turning into strong claims, and characters who lose themselves completely in the wrong person. Expect deep emotional games, secret conflicts, and characters who give in to what they know is wrong. Open the book… if you dare to surrender.

I'm invited to a wedding thrown by the wealthy Gardners on Labor's Day. But the groom, Daniel Pearce, treats me like an imaginary love rival just because I've complimented the bride, Isabelle Gardner, on her looks. He publicly mocks me for wearing fake brands just to satisfy my vanity and calls me a beggar who's here for free food. On top of that, he also strongly hints that I intend to steal Isabelle from him because I prefer younger women. To make things worse, Daniel even ignores my warnings and commands the groomsmen to corner me in the washroom, where he breaks one of my ribs by force. "Who the hell do you think you are for seducing my wife? Boys, stuff everything you can find in the trash can into his mouth! Let's see if he still can go on yapping with this rotten mouth of his!" The pain and agony is far too much for me to handle. I almost pass out several times in-between the torments. But what Daniel doesn't know is that I'm the Gardners' financial backer when it comes to their business!

In the third year of working to raise money for the medical expenses of my girlfriend, Christine White, she once again fell into a critical condition. During these three years, I used up all my savings and mortgaged the house my parents had left me. I delivered takeout food, washed dishes, and even sold my blood just because she said she would marry me when she recovered. I continued to naively gather money for her medical expenses. While delivering takeout at the entrance of an upscale nightclub, I heard her boasting to her friends. "That idiot Micah Jenning. I just made up an excuse about being sick, and he believed me like a lapdog! Not only did he empty his tiny savings, but he actually worked delivering food and driving Uber! I heard he even worked on a construction site a few days ago to make money! Tell me. Isn't he the ultimate simp? How pathetic.” At that moment, the heart that loved her for three years suddenly died. I dropped the food delivery and turned to call the rich heiress who had waited for me for three years. "Hayley Smith, you once said that you would marry me if I were willing to marry you. Does that statement still stand?"

UNFINISHED MISSION He works for the law. She work against the law. He's the definition of a gentle man. She's hot and dangerous. His brains works like an Alien. She's just a perfect con artist. Women are like a distraction to him. She detest men. Call him Dennis brownstone. She's scarlet Roland Just one mission brought them both together. What is the mission and why was it unfinished?

Alessia DeLuca was never meant to be the bride. But with the real bride dead and a wedding alliance hanging in the balance, Alessia makes the only choice she has left. She takes her sister’s place, and binds herself to Matteo Ricci—a ruthless mafia heir with blood on his hands. Matteo knows something is wrong with his bride. By the time he uncovers the truth, the vows have already been spoken, the alliance has already been sealed, and whoever killed the real bride is still close enough to strike again. Now bound by deception and trapped in a marriage neither of them chose, Matteo and Alessia strike a dangerous bargain, keep the lie alive, uncover the truth, and survive long enough to stop a war. But the deeper they dig, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because Isabella wasn’t just a bride. She was a threat. And whoever killed her is still watching.

Delaney Sterling and I have been childhood sweethearts for ten years, but she disappears on the eve of our wedding. When I find her again, she has lost her memories and is with another man. It isn't until after she regains her memories that she finally remembers I am her true love, and the man is nothing more than a liar taking advantage of her amnesia. She disgustedly gives the man a sum of money and deletes all his contact information in front of me. Later on, we go ahead with the wedding we'd once planned. Five years of marriage pass in bliss. I've almost forgotten that brief episode until I accidentally damage our marriage certificate and have to get it reissued at the courthouse. The staff tells me, "Mr. Carrington, the official seal on your marriage certificate is forged." The words strike me like a blow, leaving me dizzy. "That's impossible. My wife, Delaney Sterling, and I registered our marriage three years ago. Please check again." "The system shows that Ms. Delaney Sterling is indeed married, but you are unmarried." "Then who is she married to?" "Tristan Prescott." It is the very man who once deceived Delaney.

Sold by her foster mother to marry a dying billionaire, Mia expected her wedding night to be the beginning of a nightmare. Blindfolded and terrified, she whispered, “I only need tonight to escape this mess.” But the man who touched her wasn’t old, weak, or cruel. He was young, tender, and instead of the determinant features of an old man, he gave the young man vibes with youthful vitality. The next morning, She made sure to hold tight to the bracelet he left behind; a mysterious bracelet… and questions no one would answer. Then fate throws her into the arms of a devastating stranger whose scent, voice, and touch feel hauntingly familiar. “Careful,” he said softly. “I’ve got you But the truth is far worse than Mia imagined. The stranger is Jason Lu—the billionaire heir. Her husband’s son. And according to a secret marriage contract, the man from her wedding night was never the old billionaire at all… It was always Jason.

“Stop trying to run away from my Liam, you belong to me alone.” Elijah groaned, kissing my neck and stroking my cock. I hated his guts, but his body, his body was my salvation. “Now say the magic words.” “I want you to fuck me,” i pleaded. In the world of the blue moon Mafia, love between men is forbidden. But when Liam Sabesto sacrifices himself to marry Elijah Lonardo, the ruthless heir to the Mafia throne, he’s pulled into a deadly game of lust, loyalty and power. Elijah has wanted Liam for years, and now that he has him, he’ll never let him go. Even if it means defying his father, destroying the Mafia, and killing anyone who dares to take Liam away. A dark BL Mafia romance where love is the ultimate sin, and Elijah won't stop until Liam is his.

To avoid a ridiculous arranged marriage that had been decided before I was even born, I beg my father to send the family a picture of an ordinary-looking woman with a face covered in spots. I've heard before that Austin Hammond, the most distinguished scion in Jarlesbury and the man I was supposed to marry, has an obsession with looks. If anyone who doesn't meet his standards comes within ten feet of him, he instructs his bodyguards to get them out of his sight. Since then, I've continued to hide my captivating face and pretend to be a plain, unattractive woman—and one day, Joshua Farrell shows up. On the day he proposes to me, he holds my hand and promises, "Your looks don't matter to me, Ellie. No matter what you look like, I will still love you." Believing his words, I ignore my father's protests and insist on getting engaged to Joshua. Finally, our wedding day arrives. Just when we're about to exchange our wedding rings, he stares lovingly at the surgically-enhanced face of his first love, Isabel Grady, and abandons me at the altar. The guests mutter among themselves, casting pitying looks in my direction, but I simply smile. It occurs to me then just how easy it is to see a man's true colors. It's just as well. This means I can settle for being Mrs. Hammond without a care in the world.