Bridal Style Carry Novels & Stories

The soft glow of the chandeliers reflected off her pristine gown, the delicate fabric shimmering as she took her first step forward. She was breathtaking. The train of her dress flowed behind her like a cascade of silk, the diamonds embroidered into the bodice catching the light just right, giving her the appearance of royalty. A tiara rested atop her perfectly styled waves, a final touch to her flawless presentation. Every detail had been meticulously planned, ensuring she looked every bit the bride she had always envisioned. The orchestra played a gentle, romantic melody, enhancing the grandeur of the moment. Caroline moved with calculated grace, her chin slightly lifted, her expression co

Every detail harmonizes to create a dress that embodies the essence of romance and refinement. My hair isn't left out of the equation as it has been styled to complement the elegance of my wedding dress. Delicate tendrils escape the intricate updo, gracefully framing my features. The hairstylist has woven subtle floral accents into the arrangement, adding a touch of natural beauty to the overall look. The style is both timeless and modern, a perfect harmony with the sophistication of my gown, creating a stunning bridal ensemble. There's a gentle knock on the door before it opens and my dad walks in with a hand stretched towards me, calling me forward. "It's time, il mio bambino."

My hair was styled in a loose bun at the nape of my neck, my makeup was simple yet stunning. I stepped out of the car, my bridesmaids all look exquisite in a satin coral pink gown, with a villa halter neck. Beth helped me hold up my dress. As I approached the entrance, all eyes were fixated on me. I was thankful for the veil that covered my face, I walked confidently in my ridiculously high stilettos. I raised my head and I almost stopped walking when my gaze met Sebastian's. He was standing with his legs wide apart, with Theo behind him.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

I shook my head, grabbing my arm and yelping a bit. “I’ll walk. I experience pain every day anyway, this is no big deal.” It is a big deal. I just lied to keep my face and dignity. No way in hell I would surrender and be treated so pity. But with one sweep of motion, I felt him scooping me up in a bridal style. I held my breath, stunned at this. This is my first time being carried like this, other than Darian. I could smell earth's scent, a nice mix of lavender.

“And this...” The elevator dings, announcing our floor. “Bedroom,” I gasp. “Now.” He sweeps me into his arms... like I actually weigh nothing...and carries me down the hallway to our suite. “Dante, you don’t have to...” “It’s tradition. Carrying the bride over the threshold.” He kicks open the door. “I’m following at least one tradition today.” The suite is enormous, with a living area, dining room, and a bedroom that’s been decorated with rose petals and candles.

she said, forcing herself to stand. The moment her heel touched the ground again- A sharp, needle-like pain shot through her foot. Her body instantly lost balance. She stumbled sideways- And just before she hit the ground- An arm wrapped around her waist. Pulled. Steady. She fell straight into his embrace. Before she could react- He bent down, slid one arm beneath her knees, and lifted her effortlessly into a bridal carry. Smooth. Natural. Decisive. Scarlett's eyes widened slightly as she looked at him.

My eye brows arched up as I should took off my seat belt. He shrugged and said, "Nothing. I just want to carry you myself and I don't want any maid to disturb us. I nodded excitedly, grinning like the Cheshire cat. . He carried me bridal style and looked deep into my eyes–I became lost in the world of blue jewels and mint breath, fanning my face. His lips drew me to him and I couldn't resist it anymore, so I claimed it with my lips for few seconds before releasing him. "Shall we?" He asked and I said, "Yes, babe."

The train was long and flowing, pooling around my feet like a shimmering sea, held up by Mari as I walked. Professionals worked meticulously on my hair and makeup, their hands deft and gentle. My hair was styled in soft, cascading waves, adorned with delicate white flowers that matched the embroidery on my dress. My makeup was flawless, designed to enhance my features without overshadowing the natural beauty that shone from within. The final touch was a tiara, a delicate crown of silver and diamonds that rested lightly on my brow, sparkling with every movement.

That single fact, had him falling even more in love with her, and his heart was swelling, so much so, that it felt like it was going to burst. The music changed, and a familiar tune played, a cue, and the guests rose, and turned their attention to the aisle, where the bride was walking down, escorted by Gabriella. The moment Gadreel laid eyes on her, he had to swallow a gasp. She looked…absolutely stunning. Her hair was done in an elegant updo, some strands, were left out and were styled around her face, adding a bit more volume and a softer effect.