Bridal Style Carrying Novels & Stories

Shortly after, the kids ran into the room while exclaiming, “Mommy! Daddy’s here! He’s finally here to marry you!” Maison had a tiny suit on, whereas Yulia was wearing a princess-like gown that made her look like a doll. Upon seeing them, Yasmin gently said, “Alright, calm down and sit next to your mother. Today, you two will be her ring bearers, which means that you’ll be responsible for carrying your parents’ flower basket.” Following that, she faced Xavia and added, “Zivon is already downstairs presenting tea to the elders, so I’ll head down as well. The rest of you should wait for them in the bridal room.”

The two brides left almost simultaneously, but their entourages and their own states of mind were completely different. Carissa's head was covered by the white veil. She could only see the hem of her gown and the white satin shoes that peeked out as she moved. Her hand was held by Winona. Winona's long, slender fingers provided a reassuring grip. In front of them, the matchmaker spoke many blessings. Carissa couldn't see anyone, and could only vaguely sense that she had arrived at the estate's entrance. There was a sense of the pressure of a crowd at the gate, suggesting that many people had come.

Frustrated, I took my mind off it, breathing out and closing my eyes. Flora squeezed my hand tightly. “It’s normal to have cold feet.” I gave her a confused look and remained silent till we got to the church and I had to walk down the aisle, with my maids of honor, carrying my bridal train. It was a fish cut dress with flay at the end that outlines my figure. There was a veil on my head, disturbing my vision. It was hard walking in with all attention being on me. What was scarier was it was an actual church and I was getting married?

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."

I guess I have no other way than this not any that I can think of right now. I placed my hands underneath and on the shoulders of Anastasia and carried her bridal style, she subconsciously did the part of holding onto the baby and placing one hand on my chest. I carried them across the nursery and into her bedroom trying to take my eyes away from the innocent face of my wife.

I argued and I got smacked with a heel in return “You take that back! Never call a lady fat! Besides, I’m in good shape so you can carry me. If you don’t then I’ll have no choice but to lock myself in here and sleep in your car” “You wouldn’t dare!” I sneered “Try me” She smirked evilly “Fine!” I sighed “Just because I don’t want your hangover vomits to be in my car that’s all. I’m breaking a rule and honestly I don’t like it” I hissed. Theo 102, “You don’t carry a girl bridal style. In fact, never carry a girl bridal style because she’ll start having thoughts and you’ll start having thoughts too” Gabi… what are you doing to me…

I guess it is his hand encircling my hip supporting me. “Go, get everything ready. I will bring her.” I suppose he told Jay who was the only other person other than us. And then I heard footsteps retreating. “You ready. Babe?” he almost whispered in my ear in a sexy way with his deep voice. I imagined how his adam’s apple bobbed when he spoke and suddenly I wanted to kiss that place for giving him that deep voice. He tried to guide me to wherever he wanted me but I kept stumbling for every ten steps I take so he swiftly shifted his position lowering down, lifting me in his arms, and started walking, carrying me in a bridal style.

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.”

"Please," "No," "Where are you even taking me to?" "Out for fresh air," "Yes, thank you but I can walk. I have legs. I'm begging you, don't carry me," "It's not like it's my first time," he looked at me and raised a brow. "What's wrong with lifting my girlfriend?" "No one has ever carried me bridal style before. It's as embarrassing as telling your parents about your first sexual experience. Please, put me—" he smirked. The cunning snake. "Dick, you knew!" I exclaimed. "Put me—"

My gaze slid past everyone and landed on the bridal carriage sitting in the corner. Pearls studded every inch of it, catching the light in a soft glow. Nobody knew that while our parents had spent all their time nursing Lena through one fake illness after another, every single one of those pearls—normally something an elder in the family dove for by hand—had been gathered by me, one trip after another, into the ocean, myself. I stared at that carriage, my voice coming out rough. "And the carriage?" My father frowned. "We'll have another one made for you later. This one goes to Lena for now."