Bridal Carry Novels & Stories

Zoya gasped while he started walking towards the mansion, carrying his bride in his arms. "Sahir, what are you doing?" Zoya asked him. "Carrying my wife and taking her to my home.." He said and Zoya giggled. "Gosh Madonna, I've always dreamt about this, to carry you and bring you to my home like this, in my arms, after getting married." He said while grinning widely and walking. Zoya chuckled. "You know you are hopelessly romantic," She said looking at him lovingly. "Only for your love ~" He stepped inside the mansion carrying his bride bridal style. Zaki whistled. Now Zoya felt extremely shy as everyone looked at her and Sahir. Altaf and Zubaida Ammi chuckled.

I had no choice, so I simply carried her bridal style, though she kicked against it and didn't stop yelling. “Iris.” I called softly. She began yelling and wouldn't stop demanding that I let her go. I walked down the aisle carrying her all the way back to my car, I ensured she was comfortable in the passenger seat and got in before driving off.

Right as I was about to walk straight into a server carrying a tray, a strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist. Before I could even protest, my feet left the ground. He literally picked me up—bridal style—in front of every single guest in the hall. “Hebert! Put me down, this is way too embarrassing!” I hissed, my arms looping around his neck on reflex. “I’m carrying my Luna back to her room. Anyone got a problem with that?” He lifted a brow and didn’t even bother looking at the stunned guests around us, striding straight toward the grand spiral staircase.

Up until now, I’d been so preoccupied with other details of the day that the thought hadn’t lingered long enough to make an impact. Now, however, heat rose to my cheeks as Alexander shifted me from his shoulder into a proper bridal carry. His charming smile was as present as ever, making my heart flutter in a way I couldn’t ignore. He crossed the room with ease and began ascending the stairs, holding me securely as if I weighed nothing at all.

He smiled again, then I was shocked when his hands lifted my body. He carried me like a kidnapper who was kidnapping a little girl, really nothing romantic from it. At least he had to carry me in the bridal style. "Hey, let me go!" He chuckled lowly, "Never."

"I'm ready to leave if you are. Our bags will be taken care of. Do you need to hold anything with you?" "I don't think so." I glanced around. "Just my phone but it's already with me." "Okay then, my love." He lifted me up my feet in a bridal style. "Why?" "Doesn't your feet hurt anymore, my Queen?" He started walking out of our bedroom. "Put me down." I groaned. "I'll carry you till we're in the plane." He kissed my forehead. "People would know. You don't want that, right?" "That's why we're leaving tonight. It'll be stealthy, babe." He began tickling my side, I wondered how he was doing that while carrying me.

He found Skylar and Bessy on the roof top of the Royal fort, waiting for them. He was carrying Orea using the fireman’s carry method, slumping her bodily over his shoulders. He now lifted her off his shoulders and carried her in front of him now, the way you carry a bride. Only this was not her wedding day, but probably the day of her death.

Deborah had no objections to this. "When she was about to get off the car, Walter carried her in his arms again." "I heard that the bride can't step on the ground before she has completed the wedding ceremony with me. So, I'll carry you instead!" "Suddenly, Deborah felt warm after hearing his words." "Nah, I don't care much about these things." It's okay. We should still follow the traditional customs on the day of our wedding. "After saying that, Walter got out of the car with Deborah in his arms."

Salvy commanded and helped me stand up. “I think I should carry you.” Salvy said to me, ignoring the complaints of the trio. “Why? I’m not that clumsy and the path is not that rocky.” I asked him. He suddenly lifted me and carried me bridal style. “No reason at all, I just want to carry you and you’re tired.” he explained. I hold on to his neck. He carried me to the car and gently placed me on the passenger seat. When we arrived at the house, I insisted on walking. I saw him carrying 2 luggage.

“If Carl doesn’t faint when he sees you, I’ll personally push him off the altar.” --- The Departure Tradition dictated that the groom would not pick up the bride. Instead, guards escorted Ariel in a grand convoy of luxury cars. She took her parents’ blessings, tears welling in her eyes as she hugged them goodbye. Then, escorted like a queen, she rode in the middle car. Two cars led ahead, more followed behind, and Valoria’s citizens lined the streets, tossing flowers in her path. Inside the car, Ariel sighed. “Oh God, this is it. My funeral procession to Eldoria.”