Bridal Style Carry Novels & Stories

One of the stylists helped to fix my sash across my shoulder and waist. "Team Bride" was printed on it as I checked in the mirror. A short, blue silky robe made me look so sexy. The tiara was placed on my head. Cassey's too. I turned to my side, checking how the ponytail dangled behind me. I picked up my phone and took a wild picture of myself.

I solemnly swear that if I manage to escape, I will do everything in my power to return and free her. Camila and her skilled team arrived to transform me into a vision for the ceremony. The elegant white mermaid-style wedding dress, adorned with bohemian details like delicate beach lace, spaghetti straps, and a subtle plunging neckline, hugs my figure with grace. My hair has been expertly styled into a high puff, the front braided with intricate silver-plated beads, and a small brush was used to turn my edges into slick curls.

He assured her as she saw meaning in what he just said. "Yeah, you might be right" she said with a smile escaping her lips. "Would you follow me to Owen's? I need to know about__" she stopped and looked at her stomach and he quickly understood. "How about I carry you there?" He questioned and she furrowed her brows. And before she knew it, he swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style. "Oh my goodness! What are you doing?" She questioned as he carefully carried her away while he chuckled.

Delilah stayed quiet the entire ride, but she didn't smack my hand away when I put it on her lap. "Wait here," I said to Delilah and went inside the hotel to grab the room key, then came back to collect her. Delilah looked like she was in a daze as I held her hand and led her inside. She gasped as I suddenly picked her up in his arms. "Sebastian! What are you doing?" she exclaimed. Her cheeks turned red out of embarrassment as I carried her to the elevator in front of other guests and employees. "It's the tradition. Groom supposed to carry the bride to their hotel room," I chuckled.

The ballroom where the ceremony took place is now empty, and only Mark and I remain. I hear Mark's soft whisper as he tries to wake me up, shaking me gently. "Alyanna, come on, we have to go get our bags." I don't budge. "Forget it. I'll just carry you," he mutters to himself. His arms encircle me as he lifts me up. I realize that we won't be able to do the traditional 'carry the bride over the threshold' because we're headed to grab our bags and then embark on a long plane ride to an undisclosed destination Mark refuses to reveal.

one of the junior designers exclaimed in a restrained voice. Camelia’s face turned completely red hearing that. “Calvin, let’s go quickly. Everyone is watching us,” she whispered awkwardly while reaching for her handbag. However, instead of following his wife’s request, Calvin curved his lips into a meaningful faint smile. Before Camelia could even take a step, Calvin swiftly slipped his strong arms beneath her body. In one smooth and gallant motion, he immediately lifted Camelia into a bridal carry. “Calvin! Oh my God, put me down!” Camelia squealed in shock, reflexively wrapping her arms around Calvin’s neck so she would not fall. Her face, which had already been flushed, was now burning s

"Well, I'll try my best to act that." "You don't need to act, you gotta be yourself, the mate you've always been since we met. Okay?" He asks assuringly. "Yes," I reply with a nod. I sit back on the seat staring at myself on the giant mirror while Rex stands beside assessing what's gonna be done with me. The first part the stylist does is my hair, he desires to make my hair into a bridal style, with fascinators, my dream style, a style I've always dreamt to get but couldn't because then I had no need for it. Now, I'm having my dream come to reality. I smile. Thanks to Rex and his mom who have organised this for me.

She said. "Alright then" I said. I stood up from the bed, and tried to carry Denise, but Denise snuggled backwards. "What are you doing?" She asked. "You said you wanted to rest, so I want to carry you to your room, so you can rest properly" "You don't have to…" Before Denise could complete her statement, I carried her in a bridal style. She was light weighted, so it was easy to carry her. Denise looked at me with wide opened eyes, after I carried her.

Daphne replied with all modesty. Her red auburn hair was styled in a low burn with free running curls and adorned with golden accessories. Her blue eyes shine so different and enchanting with the powerful liner that accentuated her whole look. Old Lady Williams helped fixed her veil and soon, the Limo arrived in front of the building. Cassandra and a few other maids were chosen to be her bridesmaids since she doesn’t have friends. They quickly went to change and they escorted her to the big hotel where the wedding will take place.

"Because I’m the one taking you home." Before I could protest, he moved with lightning speed. He swept me off my feet, carrying me bridal style. I gasped, dropping my shoes in shock as my arms instinctively went around his neck to keep from falling. "Put me down! Asher, stop it!" I whispered-yelled, conscious of the eyes on us.