Bridal Carry 소설 & 이야기

In a rush, Abigail said, "Grandma, I can walk by myself. There's no need for him to lead me." "Silly girl, of course you can," Margaret replied with a tender touch, ruffling Abigail's hair. "Here in Florivera, we have a tradition. On her formal entry into the house, a new bride is always carried through the front door by her husband. It's a symbol to ward off any future ill-treatment."

Can't he speak without using that bossy voice for goodness sake she is not his Secretary? A man in black strode towards their car and pulled the door open. Without a warning, he carried her in a bridal form and walked inside the house as if she wight nothing." what are doing?" Her cheek started burning blue with embarrassment from her stupid thought. She remembered her mother telling her once that, the groom must carry the bride inside the house on her first day that way the couple will live happily ever after.

I sighed deeply, boring my eyes to the pulpit and the high priest who was entering the altar. Finally, the highlight of this event had begun. As the mellow wedding song graced the whole garden, the almost six-month-old Kairen was carried by Kelly while holding a small white pillow with two wedding rings attached to it. Behind them was Jackson and Kelly's Jack, who was also carrying a tiara, which I could guess was for the bride.

I almost jumped for joy when Jett finally pulled the cloth away from my mouth, but then I remembered I was supposed to be unconscious, so I held myself back. “He’s tougher than I thought, huh? I really expected him to squirm more,” I heard Jett mumble, probably talking to himself. 'Wow. The nerve. And seriously? This is how he carries people? Not even a bridal style?' I grumbled internally as he lift me up like a sack of rice. 'But then again, I can’t really blame him.' I sighed in my thoughts. What kind of guy would carry another dude bridal-style, right? Still… he could’ve at least carried me properly. His shoulder is basically stabbing my stomach.

Ralph carried her up in a bridal style as he headed out with her tucked in his arms. THE END.

"Please," "No," "Where are you even taking me to?" "Out for fresh air," "Yes, thank you but I can walk. I have legs. I'm begging you, don't carry me," "It's not like it's my first time," he looked at me and raised a brow. "What's wrong with lifting my girlfriend?" "No one has ever carried me bridal style before. It's as embarrassing as telling your parents about your first sexual experience. Please, put me—" he smirked. The cunning snake. "Dick, you knew!" I exclaimed. "Put me—"

My gaze slid past everyone and landed on the bridal carriage sitting in the corner. Pearls studded every inch of it, catching the light in a soft glow. Nobody knew that while our parents had spent all their time nursing Lena through one fake illness after another, every single one of those pearls—normally something an elder in the family dove for by hand—had been gathered by me, one trip after another, into the ocean, myself. I stared at that carriage, my voice coming out rough. "And the carriage?" My father frowned. "We'll have another one made for you later. This one goes to Lena for now."

My house was secluded and many people didn’t know where it was so we would walk from the square to my house, it wasn’t that far. I saw Elena trying to walk perfectly with her legs, “let me carry you to the house, your legs aren’t fully healed yet” I said, “No, don’t worry I can manage” she assured me but I wasn’t assured so I just took her into my arms and carried her bridal style. When I carried her, she didn’t even argue or refuse my help.

His dark eyes remained fixed on his wife's lips, filled with profound longing. "I don't care, Ziyi. To hell with all of them. I've missed you so much." Without giving Ziyi a chance to respond, Juna slipped one strong arm beneath the back of her neck and the other beneath the bend of her knees. With one firm motion, he lifted her effortlessly into a bridal carry. "Juna! Put me down!" Ziyi cried softly, instinctively wrapping both arms around Juna's strong neck to keep herself from falling. "Juna, this is embarrassing! Put me down!"

He carried me bridal style which was a custom in this pack and carried me to our room I blushed as we could still hear whistles and claps behind us I was lucky to find a mate like my Jake...