Bridal Carry Novels & Stories

The church organ reverberated through the air, announcing the arrival of the bridal party. As the organ's melody reached its crescendo, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing the radiant bride, Sanya. She stepped forward, her white gown billowing gracefully around her, as she beamed with happiness. Her long veil trailed behind her, delicately held in place by a crown of tiny, sparkling crystals.

I facepalm myself for my mistake. “This is what is going to happen”. He turns to make sure he makes his point. “I'll carry you to the bathroom and Carolina is gonna assist you while I hold onto Ivy. Is that understood?”. I am unable to nod or respond. I just look at him like a moron. Just as he explained he moves to carry me. His hands on my back and the other behind the back of my knees. In one swift motion. He has carried me bridal style. I look everywhere but his handsome face and built chest.

—my man. “I would say let’s skip today's event, but we can’t.” He pecked my face. “Of course. It's my bestie's preparation for her big day tomorrow.” “I know. Are you ready?” “Yes. Is the car here? These heels are too high.” I frowned. “Don’t need a car. We are on hotel grounds, but I can carry you.” He put his hand out, so I slipped mine into it. He led me out, and I eventually had him carry me because of some cobblestone areas that we were coming up on. Marion scooped me up bridal style and with ease, making me drape my arms around his neck.

"You can carry me." He nodded once, then stepped closer. "This is going to be easier if I carry you bridal style instead of over my shoulder. Is that okay?" "That's fine." He bent down and slid one arm under my knees, the other around my back. Then he lifted me like I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck automatically, trying to help distribute my weight even though he clearly didn't need the help. And suddenly we were very, very close.

Adrian said as he picks me up bridal style walking towards the door I blush as all the guys start cheering behind us while Adrian carries me inside. .. .. .. ..

The ballroom where the ceremony took place is now empty, and only Mark and I remain. I hear Mark's soft whisper as he tries to wake me up, shaking me gently. "Alyanna, come on, we have to go get our bags." I don't budge. "Forget it. I'll just carry you," he mutters to himself. His arms encircle me as he lifts me up. I realize that we won't be able to do the traditional 'carry the bride over the threshold' because we're headed to grab our bags and then embark on a long plane ride to an undisclosed destination Mark refuses to reveal.

"I'm taking you to the hospital Anaya" "No, please don't. I swear I am fine it is just the bruising, don't spoil our wedding by making me sit in a hospital. I will scream all the way there if you made me". "So how did you get here? Did you walk?" "I carried her, got some weird ass looks as well". Demitri laughs and walks around us. "Well, I guess I shall carry my wife". He kisses me and picks me up, carrying me along the path, a few minutes later, the guests follow us.

I was confused at the moment but my eyes widened more when I realized where I was. I'm in Hendrick's arms! Goodness! "Pardon my rudeness my lady, but I have to move you because you'll get soaked from the rain." Oh… I nodded my head. I couldn't answer because of embarrassment. This is the first time someone did this to me and it's Hendrick! I want the ground to eat me… Even if I can't see it, I'm probably blushing right now. Why does he have to carry me in a bridal style? And he's not wearing his shirt, huh?

The second and third kisses, one during the wedding and one after the duel. The duel. You attacked my mate, he had said. My. Mate. Were we still just political allies? Friends? Or had we become something more today? I didn’t have time to ponder this further, because Isaac suddenly swept me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest as the crowd cheered and whistled. My arms automatically went around his neck to steady myself. “What are you doing?” I hissed, my face heating. Isaac’s smirk widened as he began to carry me across the room. “Tradition, darling. The groom always carries the bride over the threshold.”

I said to her parents while I undo the other leg undo,I carried her bridal style while holding her heels in my both hand then I carried her all the way through the corridor stairs without having to go through the living room. The moment we got to the buttom of the stairs and out of her parents sight, I let go of her and her heels while I dragged her by the had all the way through the staircase hoping she wouldn't argue with me in any way and she didn't, she followed without questions or even hesitation.