Bridal Carry Novels & Stories

The two brides left almost simultaneously, but their entourages and their own states of mind were completely different. Carissa's head was covered by the white veil. She could only see the hem of her gown and the white satin shoes that peeked out as she moved. Her hand was held by Winona. Winona's long, slender fingers provided a reassuring grip. In front of them, the matchmaker spoke many blessings. Carissa couldn't see anyone, and could only vaguely sense that she had arrived at the estate's entrance. There was a sense of the pressure of a crowd at the gate, suggesting that many people had come.

“Yes. You’re the ring bearer. That means you’ll carry the rings—our rings—down the aisle. They’re the promise Daddy and I are making to each other. And you’re the one who gets to bring them to us.” His brow furrowed, lips pursed in concentration. “Rings?” I nodded, showing him the small satin pillow resting nearby, the ribbons tied neatly in place. “These rings. They’re very special. And you’re the only one I trust to carry them.” Koda’s grin spread wide, pride lighting his face. “I do it!”

I guess I have no other way than this not any that I can think of right now. I placed my hands underneath and on the shoulders of Anastasia and carried her bridal style, she subconsciously did the part of holding onto the baby and placing one hand on my chest. I carried them across the nursery and into her bedroom trying to take my eyes away from the innocent face of my wife.

I then turned my head to the entrance of hall as the bridal march was already taking place. Unconsciously, my breath caught in my throat as I freeze on the spot at the sight of her, my mate, holding up the long train of veil behind the bride.

Tristan Vance stood there with heavy breaths and a pair of hawk-like eyes gleaming with dark obsession. "Tris—" Before Vivienne could even finish chewing, Tristan had already stepped forward with astonishing speed and ferocity. The young man slipped both of his strong arms beneath her armpits and behind her knees, then lifted her curvy body in a single powerful motion in a bridal carry. The sandwich in Vivienne's hand slipped free and fell onto the marble floor.

Jace chuckles and straightens the frown with his thumb. “No need to walk all the way there. I got you.” He effortlessly swifts me off my feet and carries me in his arms in bridal style. That stuns me for a few good seconds. He winks at me. “Shall we continue?” I bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. “Fine.”

Then he sat up and moving away from my top. “We go further and I won’t be able to stop… let’s go sleep now.” He said, standing up and holding his hand out to me, to help me up, but I felt lazy to get up and I want his warmth against me. Without a word, he carried me in a bridal style, keeping me in his arms, close to his body and I snuggled to his chest. With how easy he is carrying me while he ascend up the stairs, I must be so light in his strong arms.

I brought my hands forwards and showed him a bridal style carry, “In my arms,” “....” His eyes went wide for a moment, as if his dignity as a man was hurt. There was a short awkward pause and I felt nervous all of the sudden. Should I not have done that? But it was the best way to carry him out of there. I kept staring at the boss feeling a little strange but then he laughed, “You carried me out like a bride?” “Ah-” I got a little more nervous and brought my hands back to place them on my lap, “Well, I thought it would hurt you less…”

I guess it is his hand encircling my hip supporting me. “Go, get everything ready. I will bring her.” I suppose he told Jay who was the only other person other than us. And then I heard footsteps retreating. “You ready. Babe?” he almost whispered in my ear in a sexy way with his deep voice. I imagined how his adam’s apple bobbed when he spoke and suddenly I wanted to kiss that place for giving him that deep voice. He tried to guide me to wherever he wanted me but I kept stumbling for every ten steps I take so he swiftly shifted his position lowering down, lifting me in his arms, and started walking, carrying me in a bridal style.

She tried to ignore it, but each step felt heavier and Ben was watching her every step. "Do your feet hurt?" asked Ben as he glanced at the high heels Caroline was still wearing. "Just a little." Caroline smiled faintly and didn't want to complain about this to Ben. Ben stopped walking and bent down to look at Caroline's foot. Everyone here was still staring at them in amazement. "Ben, stand up, my leg doesn't hurt that bad," Caroline said while holding Ben's shoulder. "Then there's no need to exert yourself." Ben lifted Caroline in a bridal-style carrier, with one hand supporting her back and the other under Caroline's knee.