Bridal Style Carry Novels & Stories

It looked like someone had too much fun drinking and threw bottles while we were on the other side. “Wait. I have to put on my shoes.” I squeezed his forearm, and we both stopped walking. I dropped my heels and bent over, ready to put them on, but Tyler picked them up before he lifted me off the ground and carried me in bridal style. After the gasp and the initial shock, I slapped his chest and held onto him tightly. “What are you doing? I can walk.” “It’s easier to carry you this way than hold you while you try to balance yourself with those heels when your feet are already in pain. It’s just a short distance, nothing a Beta’s arms can’t handle.”

She glanced at me, then back to Jojo. “Crystal can come in after me.” She nodded and scribbled something down. I stared at the table. Jojo cleared her throat. “And bouquet styles? Traditionally, each bride—” “Tessa will have the statement bouquet,” My mum said. “The photographer already approved the design. Crystal’s can be simpler so it doesn’t clash.” Tessa smiled at me. “You won’t mind, right? You’ve never been into attention.” I smiled, "No. It's fine."

showed love. Her thought got interrupted when Adrian lifted her up again and carried her out of the room, Elysian observed how carefully he walked down the stairs, he didn't care if he fell, but he didnt let her fall, he made sure she was comfortable in his arms right now as he carried her in the bridal style. Elysian had her arms around his neck, in case they going to fall at least she had Adrian to protect her from getting hurt. Quite mean and naughty, yes.

The second and third kisses, one during the wedding and one after the duel. The duel. You attacked my mate, he had said. My. Mate. Were we still just political allies? Friends? Or had we become something more today? I didn’t have time to ponder this further, because Isaac suddenly swept me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest as the crowd cheered and whistled. My arms automatically went around his neck to steady myself. “What are you doing?” I hissed, my face heating. Isaac’s smirk widened as he began to carry me across the room. “Tradition, darling. The groom always carries the bride over the threshold.”

A collective gasp rippled through the onlookers as Fabi didn't just lead her—he swept her off her feet, lifting her into a bridal carry. Selin let out a tiny gasp of surprise, her hands reflexively clutching his shoulders as she buried her face deeper into his chest. He didn't walk faster he walked with a slow, deliberate arrogance, daring anyone to say a word to his face. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and cold rain—enveloped her, acting as a barrier against the world. "Oh my god, he's carrying her!" a girl shrieked from the sidewalk. "Who is she?"

The Royal families were anticipating when the bride would show up . The palace gate opened and Ava was brought in. Everyone stood up to catch a glimpse of the bride. They all were eager to meet her. As she walked out of the car She exuded elegance and grace, her attire a work of art. Every element is harmonized, from the flowing silhouette to the intricate details. Her dress, a symphony of colors and textures, draped flawlessly around her figure, accentuating her natural beauty. The fabric whispered with each movement as if paying homage to her gracefulness. Delicate lace adorned the neckline, hinting at a subtle allure. Embroidered patterns danced across the fabric, telling stories of dista

Around the waist are decorative jewels that shimmer in the sunlight just like Maliyah’s hair. After the girls reach me, Thierry and Aiden walk down the aisle as the ring bearers. I can tell Thierry is not happy in his tuxedo with the bow tie as he pulls at several times. By the look I can see on Davina’s face, she is mind linking him to stop pulling at his bow tie. We opted to have no groomsman or bridesmaids so once the boys reached me, the wedding march begins.

They had chosen the outdoor style of wedding, just by the beach rather than inside a church building like most people did. The view was breathtaking as was Nicole’s appearance, she was the star of the moment as the live orchestra slowly and melodiously sage the trademark song of the bride’s entrance. “here comes the bride…,” the crowd echoed, along side the orchestra. Her bridal train of just four ladies on matching purple dresses walked along side her, holding up the edges of her flowing gown making sure that they did not get hooked up somewhere as she approached the alter.

I folded my hands staring at him, Jamal smiled softly and pulled me by the arm. “It was nothing.” He stated gleefully and pulled me along to take me out of the hall, my feet were starting to hurt because of the heel that I was persuaded to wear. Jamal stopped when he noticed I was dragging my feet behind him. Without saying a word to me, he carried me in his arms and held me unto his chest in a bridal style. My breath got stuck up in my throat, with my eyes on his face, he look down at me and caught me staring at him.

The gown fit her like a dream, hugging her curves before cascading into a graceful train that trailed behind her. Carmen's earrings dangled elegantly, each delicate piece catching the light as she turned her head. They were a family heirloom, passed down through generations, lending a touch of sentimentality to her ensemble. Her shoes, adorned with tiny crystals, sparkled as she slipped them on, adding a touch of glamour to her bridal look.