Bridal Style Carry Novels & Stories

I am taking it, sliding the card into the lock mechanism with a soft, satisfying beep, and pushing the door open wider to let us both through. As we cross the threshold, she is stumbling more noticeably, her balance completely gone as the full effects of the wine catch up with her. Without a second thought, I am adjusting my grip, sliding one arm under her knees and the other around her back, lifting her smoothly into a bridal carry. She is lighter than she looks, warm and surprisingly trusting in my arms, her head lolling against my chest as her hair spills over my shoulder. Her body is molding to mine in all the wrong…and right….ways, her breasts pressing softly against my chest, her hips

The strapless style enhanced Carolyn's slender and graceful neck, highlighting her beauty and nobility. Carolyn, who is usually clever and cute, changed her style today and had a touch of maturity. She glanced at Braylen, who nodded slightly, and the two of them walked step by step towards Carsen, who was coming down from the stage to greet her. Carolyn was being trailed by Viviana, who was holding a long train behind her. Layne and Evelin had small flower baskets slung over their arms, filled with red rose petals. As they walked, they were scattering the petals.

Without asking, he lifted me into his arms again. The bridal carry felt… different now. Closer. My breath caught as one of his hands shifted slightly under the knees, pulling me tighter against his chest. My fingers instinctively curled into the front of his tuxedo, gripping the smooth fabric. His heartbeat was steady. Strong. Unshakable. I pressed my cheek against him before I could stop myself. His steps faltered. Just for a second. Then he kept walking. Inside the mansion was impossibly quiet. The marble floors reflected soft chandelier light, and the air smelled faintly of cedarwood and something crisp and expensive.

She was having a fever, making Damien eyebrow tugged together. In a blink of an eye, he swiftly shifted their position and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her in a bridal style. He held her a little bit high, so her hot cheeks were resting on his shoulder, securely tucked underneath his neck. But he didn't bother about it, he was more focused on the way her breathing was getting weaker and slower.

I put on the black off the shoulder ankle length dress with dark blue flowers on it and i brushed my hair and I put a little bit of make up on. Asher got dressed into a dark button down shirt and trousers and he looked really handsome when we got all dressed up like that. It was really something to see. We then started walking down the hallway and we started going down the stairs but I needed to stop half way down because I was out of breath. So Asher picked me up and carried me bridal style to the bottom of the stairs like it was nothing at all to him. Like my weight didn't both him at all. And I suppose it didn't.

Her chestnut tresses were styled in an intricate updo, woven with delicate baby's breath and adorned with a crown of lush wildflowers that seemed to glow with an inner luminescence. Her every step exuded an air of otherworldly beauty and confidence befitting of a blushing bride on her wedding day. Her striking features were partially obscured by a gauzy veil, but her full lips were curved into a serene smile and shyness. What truly brought a surge of relief to President Bolting was the sight of Serena trailing behind the bride, dressed in a similar flowing blue robe that was decidedly more modest yet no less stunning in its elegance. Her two-toned locks was styled in an elegant bridal updo w

"The train needs to flow like a river! This is a Specter wedding, not a backyard party. It needs to look like she’s floating." The stylist, a very thin woman, just nodded quickly. "Of course, Miss. I will fix the lace right away." "And the veil!" Taraji added, her eyes wide with excitement. "It needs to be long enough to be dramatic, but not so long that she trips and falls down while walking down the aisle. Do we understand the mission?"

I gestured for him to hurry up and he just walked casually with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a sexy smile beaming his face as he watched me. We walked with that little distance between us while I kept giggling and spinning against the wind. "Got you!" I screamed and laughed as Knight suddenly lifted me up from my feet into his hand. I held his neck for balance and we both stared into each other's eyes as he carried me the bridal style. "You have the prettiest laugh Cassie." He said and I found my heart beating faster than it should. I tucked my lip in to hold down a blush but failed woefully at the attempt.

“I don’t like her out of my sight.” Eli pats my shoulder before taking his spot beside me and pointing the camera down the small aisle lined with a few white folding chairs. The bridal march begins, the French doors open, and my heart stops. **** Montana I stare at Eli’s video, Carson close at my side, still holding my hand in his. I watch myself walk down the aisle in a gorgeous, Marilyn Monroe style white halter dress, the hem falling high on my thigh. My feet are adorned with delicate sandals and satin ribbons crisscross up my calves. The look is complete with the biggest smile I’ve ever worn.

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.