Bridal Style Carry Novels & Stories

I chipped with grins all over my face as Jake nodded, trying to hold his laughter. "Go help my brother." Jaden added with a chuckle, and instead of Joy to stand, she lay on the couch with folded hands. "I am tired of walking." She whined with smiles, pouting her lips. "Carry me like you will on our wedding day." "Yayyy" I and Jaden began to clap as Jake carried her in his arms in a bridal style, her arms around his neck, blushing. "I can't get enough of you." He whispered to her, and she covered her face immediately. "Stop flattering me before I burst!"

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."

Yohan arrived and gave him a pat on the back. "Go on, buddy. It's your day." As the ceremony commenced, Noah stood at the altar, looking dashing in his groom attire. Jemma, the stunning bride, walked down the aisle, escorted by her father, dressed in a stunning wedding gown. The gown, a masterpiece in blush, shimmered in the light, adorned with delicate lace and intricate designs. Its flowing train followed her steps, improving her elegance with every movement. Her hair was styled impeccably, framing her radiant face, and her eyes were lowered. The delicate veil covering her face added to the allure, and her graceful steps echoed through the venue, capturing everyone's attention. As she walk

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.

I asked, surprised. "Tradition," he said simply. "The bride's feet must not touch the ground before the chapel doors. The groom must carry her inside." I wrapped my arms around his neck. His ancient, comforting scent of ice and snow surrounded me, and I felt strangely safe. With everyone watching, Damien carried me toward the chapel doors. Just then, I caught the faintest curve of his lips. It was the barest hint of a smile. A flicker of satisfaction. And my frozen heart skipped a beat.

Jemma, who had disappeared into one of the rooms, came out pushing a stroller filled with glasses and glasses of wine. “Oh, my God!” I was giddy with excitement and so were the others. “But before we start on officially,” Carolyn cleared her throat and I turned toward her. “We are going to be changing our outfits. Especially the bride.” Carolyn dug into the bag she had with her and threw me a pink T-shirt with a headshot of me on it while the words bride were scribbled beneath.

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.

Besides, we can do this stuffs on our own. The baby blue dress is very close to my body. Pastels are what the bride's maids should wear so that's what I chose. It's a chiffon off shoulder dress that reaches to the feet. My hair was braided into a bun, with a few strands of hair left on my face. And lastly, the flower crown as the finishing touch.

Due to the length of the gown, no one could tell that she was wearing a two inch stilettos and she was very comfortable, making a mental note to thank Sarah later because she still looked fabulous. Caddaric found her mesmerizing but was afraid because he could not see her bump. The dress hid it well. Whereas, he noticed something else. Ariana was not wearing a tiara like Juliet and Sarah but a Crown. Casper gave it to her before walking her down the aisle to differentiate between the bride of the heir and his two greatest confidantes. It made a huge difference and Casper was smiling proudly, knowing that all his plans for Caddaric to marry for love worked out, even for Carter and Colton.

A light smile secured my lips and my broken heart was soon mended. I felt whole once again and there he wrapped his hand around my waist before carrying me up in a bridal style. *** *** *** Stepping out of the car, he walked closer to me and took me up in a bridal style before taking the entrance door and matching up the spacious stairs. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck while he took the stairs graciously with his gaze fixed on mine. I pray we don't tremble down. After taking the stairs, he took the turn that led to our room and I held his neck slightly, I felt heavy and I didn't want to put my whole weight on him.