Bridal Style Carry Novels & Stories

"I will show you to the bedroom so you can get settled." "Hang on," I stop him. He slowly turns his huge body back to me. "What now?" "Aren't you going to carry me to the bedroom?" I ask innocently. "What? Why would I do that?" he barks. "Because it's tradition! The groom is supposed to carry his new bride to the bedroom," I declare. Vincent stares at me with a bewildered expression as if he can't believe my audacity. "I am not doing that."

It seemed as if time stood still for them as they connected with each other's souls through their eyes. Serenity's breath stuck in her throat and she lost all her senses. He looked so gorgeous in a black tuxedo and a white shirt with a red rose pinned to his lapel. He had grown up, matured, and filled up nicely. A nudge from Liam, made her realize that the bridal procession was about to start. Walter and William were the ring bearers. Serenity followed them inside the banquet hall, down the rose petal-strewn aisle. Her whole body was acutely aware of Alexander's constant hot stare upon her.

His eyes, reflecting a mixture of nerves and joy, remained fixed on the journey ahead. Beside him, the bride floated in a gown of pristine white, the embodiment of grace and timeless beauty. The off-shoulder design showcased the delicate curve of her collarbones, and intricate embroidery told a story of commitment and love. A veil, like a whispering cascade of dreams, trailed behind her, framing a face adorned with a radiant smile.

As Krist walked up to him and prepared his arms to carry Singto, he said this. Aimlessly, Singto walked right into Krist’s body and rested his head onto his muscular chest. Before bending down and swept Singto off of his feel effortlessly, Krist first smiled. He planned to carry his boyfriend in a bridal stype, since he found it to be easier for them both.

I almost jumped for joy when Jett finally pulled the cloth away from my mouth, but then I remembered I was supposed to be unconscious, so I held myself back. “He’s tougher than I thought, huh? I really expected him to squirm more,” I heard Jett mumble, probably talking to himself. 'Wow. The nerve. And seriously? This is how he carries people? Not even a bridal style?' I grumbled internally as he lift me up like a sack of rice. 'But then again, I can’t really blame him.' I sighed in my thoughts. What kind of guy would carry another dude bridal-style, right? Still… he could’ve at least carried me properly. His shoulder is basically stabbing my stomach.

Nathan: We got out of the car and I carried her bridal style to the building. She pouted and kissed my cheek. “You know that you don’t have to carry me. I can walk on my own.” I grinned. “It’s practice. I have to make sure that I can carry you on our wedding day.” Her mouth opened and clamped shut. Her face burned red and she buried her face in my neck. There is no way I was going to leave her single, carrying my child.

I facepalm myself for my mistake. “This is what is going to happen”. He turns to make sure he makes his point. “I'll carry you to the bathroom and Carolina is gonna assist you while I hold onto Ivy. Is that understood?”. I am unable to nod or respond. I just look at him like a moron. Just as he explained he moves to carry me. His hands on my back and the other behind the back of my knees. In one swift motion. He has carried me bridal style. I look everywhere but his handsome face and built chest.

I gripped the bed tighter, putting on my heels but he stopped me. “You are not allowed to wear heels for now,” he picked it up, making me gawk at him. “I can't walk barefooted,” “And that's why I wanna carry you. It's not much of a big deal,” he said, as if he was tired of listening to my excuses. Without any signal, he came forward. I was thinking that he wanted to help me up until he suddenly carried me in a bridal style. I let out a yelp and gripped his shirt for support, my widened eyes glued on him.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

Jace chuckles and straightens the frown with his thumb. “No need to walk all the way there. I got you.” He effortlessly swifts me off my feet and carries me in his arms in bridal style. That stuns me for a few good seconds. He winks at me. “Shall we continue?” I bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. “Fine.”