Bridal Style Carry Novels & Stories

To her surprise, Justin scooped her up on her feet and carried her bridal style as they bid goodnight to the group. “This is embarrassing!” she said to him. “Put me down.” Justin laughed. “I would have to carry you the same way after the wedding. I should practice not to drop you.” “I’ll be wearing a big gown, I’m sure you’ll have difficulty nevertheless,” Adrienne warned him. Justin looked at her for a moment and his eyes sparkled. “Really? How big?” Adrienne smiled proudly at him. “Cinderella gown big!”

Adrian said as he picks me up bridal style walking towards the door I blush as all the guys start cheering behind us while Adrian carries me inside. .. .. .. ..

She tried to ignore it, but each step felt heavier and Ben was watching her every step. "Do your feet hurt?" asked Ben as he glanced at the high heels Caroline was still wearing. "Just a little." Caroline smiled faintly and didn't want to complain about this to Ben. Ben stopped walking and bent down to look at Caroline's foot. Everyone here was still staring at them in amazement. "Ben, stand up, my leg doesn't hurt that bad," Caroline said while holding Ben's shoulder. "Then there's no need to exert yourself." Ben lifted Caroline in a bridal-style carrier, with one hand supporting her back and the other under Caroline's knee.

"It's gorgeous!" "You think so, really?" Cal asked, turning to look at it. "Really." I started to walk toward the door, but without warning, Cal bent down and scooped me up into his arms. "Ah!" I screamed out, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck so that he wouldn't drop me. "What are you doing?!" "It's tradition to carry a new bride across the threshold of the house after they get married," Cal explained. "I would hardly call this a traditional wedding. You don't have to do that."

"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.

The excitement was evident, and the air was filled with love and anticipation. Mitchell, the beautiful bride, looked like a vision in her wedding gown. The dress was adorned with beautiful lace and sparkling beadwork, fitting her figure in all the right places. The flowing train arranged themselves gracefully behind her, adding an extra touch to her appearance. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, with a few loose curls beautifying her radiant face. A sparkling crown adorned her head, adding a touch to her natural beauty.

Happy Reading! --------++++--------- I see myself in a white bridal gown, standing against my dresser's mirror. I softly touch my glowing hair, then my face. The dress is mermaid style, elegantly defining my curves. It is fitted from above then loosely drapes down, leaving a long tail behind me. The broad round neckline is adorned with small diamonds. They are possibly real. My reflection as a bride makes me cry. I lower my head and silently sob. My wedding wasn't supposed to be like this. Mom and Dad have really crossed all the limits.

"She's so beautiful!" Troy muttered unconsciously as the bridal procession appeared before him. His breath seemed to stop when he saw Sarah at the forefront, walking gracefully with Gillian, looking stunning and different. Troy seemed hypnotized by Sarah's appearance this time. Sarah continued to walk slowly to the soft accompaniment of music and the master of ceremony's poetic words, mesmerizing the guests with her bridal gown. Her tall figure, like that of a top model, looked elegant in the gown, with a veil adorned with long, flowing embellishments that gave her a luxurious and classy look.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

I sighed deeply, boring my eyes to the pulpit and the high priest who was entering the altar. Finally, the highlight of this event had begun. As the mellow wedding song graced the whole garden, the almost six-month-old Kairen was carried by Kelly while holding a small white pillow with two wedding rings attached to it. Behind them was Jackson and Kelly's Jack, who was also carrying a tiara, which I could guess was for the bride.