Bridal Carry Novels & Stories

Why do I feel like she's showing favoritism here? "The bride is expected to put on her face covering before the priest goes up to the wedding altar." My mother rushed to me, dressing me in a white cloth that connected with a diamond crown. To my right and left stood two bridesmaids in white dresses, complete with a basket of cherry blossom petals. On the red carpeted floor that ran through the center of the wedding hall, there I was. I don't understand, isn't my father supposed to be carrying me? Why isn't he here?

I squeaked a little as he lifted me in a bridal carry. “I can walk,” I protested weakly. “No,” he said. His tone left no room for argument. “You will let me carry you. My wolf deserves this much after everything you put him through.” I rolled my eyes a little but my heart felt full. “Fine,” I said. “Just don’t drop me.” “Never,” Kayden said simply. As he carried me away from the altar, I glanced back one last time at Tariq’s body. I was not happy to see him dead. It was not joy.

He pulled back, his jaw clenching as he realized the reality of my injuries. "Dammit," he breathed. “ You're still hurt aren't you?” “Zane, no…” Before I could protest, he moved to the foot of the bed. He caught my ankles, his grip firm but careful, and pulled me toward the edge until I was within reach. In one fluid, powerful motion, he slipped his arms beneath my knees and back, hoisting me into a bridal carry. "Zane, what are you…" I barely got to finish before he cut me off.

I growled and went around to pass him, but he grabbed my arm and stopped my further advances. He tsked and shook his head like I was a disappointment. "You don't have to be shy, love. And you don't have to walk anymore because I will carry you." With that, I pulled me towards him and swooped me off of my feet – literally – and carried me bridal style. "Here comes the bride!" He sang. "Let me go!!" I squirmed from his grip and slapped my bag on his face.

And I was able to utter a silent thank you nang maramdaman kong may pulso pa ito. With clenched teeth and held breath, dali-dali ko ng binuhat ito. Making sure to carefully carry her in a bridal style saka nagsimula ng maglakad paalis rito. Agad ng nagsitabihan ang mga taong nakaharang sa daan to make a way for us. Kahit nararamdaman ko na namang kumikirot pa ng konti ang sugat ko sa tagiliran, I paid it no heed and just hastily carried her to my car.

He assured her as she saw meaning in what he just said. "Yeah, you might be right" she said with a smile escaping her lips. "Would you follow me to Owen's? I need to know about__" she stopped and looked at her stomach and he quickly understood. "How about I carry you there?" He questioned and she furrowed her brows. And before she knew it, he swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style. "Oh my goodness! What are you doing?" She questioned as he carefully carried her away while he chuckled.

If they can't carry her over to the altar, they should teleport her back so she could continue her sleep. Before she could say any word more from her mouth, Jayden already bent down and carried her in a bridal style. He didn't say anything and stared at the witches who instantly led the way, where the altar awaits their arrival. . Extra…. [Darcia: Who knew that the witches hide an Incredible building behind these mountains?. And here I was thinking that they lived like Forest individuals]. .

He bent silently and directly to wedding-carry Braelyn in front of the kids. Braelyn's eyes widened in shock but no matter how she struggled, Cedric didn't let her go until she was inside the house and placed on the chair. Braelyn's face flushed in embarrassment, but before she could say a word, she heard the triplet say... "Daddy, I also want you to carry me." Ever since they've grown up, the triplets have never been carried up. Now seeing their dad carry their mom easily, they were also filled with interest and wanted Cedric to carry them.

Sara Michaels Kingsley didn’t say another word. He simply bent down, slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, and lifted me effortlessly into a bridal carry. I let out a small, surprised laugh, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as my cream-white gown pooled around us. “Kingsley!” I gasped, half-laughing, half-breathless. “You don’t have to carry me everywhere tonight.” He smiled down at me, his eyes soft and full of affection. “Tonight, I want to. You’ve been on your feet all evening. Let me take care of you.”

Laura Sterling Aaron didn’t say anything more about my confession. He simply bent down, slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, and lifted me effortlessly into a bridal carry. His movements were careful, like he was handling something fragile that might break. I didn’t fight him this time. My body was too tired, and honestly, I didn’t want to be alone right now. He carried me through the hallway toward the kitchen. I kept my arms around his neck, my cheek resting against his shoulder.