Bridal Style Carrying Novels & Stories

Up until now, I’d been so preoccupied with other details of the day that the thought hadn’t lingered long enough to make an impact. Now, however, heat rose to my cheeks as Alexander shifted me from his shoulder into a proper bridal carry. His charming smile was as present as ever, making my heart flutter in a way I couldn’t ignore. He crossed the room with ease and began ascending the stairs, holding me securely as if I weighed nothing at all.

/Brian's pov/ I hold her hand as I lead her towards the stairs on the high table but I notice that she was walking really slowly like she was going to trip and fall "This is not going to work" I mumble as I lift her off the ground carrying in a bridal styled way because that is exactly what she is to me, she is my bride. "What are you doing?" I she inquires in an alarmed voice "Don't open your eyes" I quickly instruct her so that she doesn't ruin my Suprise.

I reach down to sweep her off her feet pulling her securely into a traditional bridal carry. "What are you doing?!" Rosalynd shouts, her eyes wide with embarrassment and shock. "Put me down!" "Are you sure you want me to do that? You look like you're in pain and..." "That doesn't mean you need to carry me like...like a bride!" As her flesh grows a bright rosy red, I wonder what she is thinking about to bring that flush to her cheeks so swiftly.

Guerrier said looking at he's father, "you look magnificent don't you think you deserve to be my Bride?" "I can hear you Guerrier" Cadeau said as she hugged the maids goodbye. "Okay everyone it's time to go. We have to be early in order to welcome the guests.. Rani, Mr Wan and Remy used one car and the girls in another while Cadeau, Fleur, Natasha, and Guerrier got in one. •methapatti_ piece of jewelry or pendent worn by the bride along the middle forehead to part of the hair.

Erik announced. "Oh, my moon goddess! We are getting married!!! Oh geez, why did I miss the completion of the mating process!" Angeline whined, and I laughed. Erik carried me bridal style and left the altar. We will be starting the wedding, so we need to go to the altar since Erik will be waiting for me there. He carried me, not letting me walk, but I just let him do as he pleased. I locked my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulders.

Alexander asserted. Anastasia raised her head up to look into Alexander’s eyes. “What?” she exclaimed with a confusion. “I will carry you from here till the room. It’s a kind of ancient belief that a bride should not take her first step on the newly wedded house alone. Instead, her husband must carry her to ward off the evil,” declared Alexander. Anastasia scoffed upon hearing his words. “I don’t believe in such superstitions,” she said and almost placed her heel on the ground when Alexander without her notice carried her up in his muscular arms.

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.

I put on the black off the shoulder ankle length dress with dark blue flowers on it and i brushed my hair and I put a little bit of make up on. Asher got dressed into a dark button down shirt and trousers and he looked really handsome when we got all dressed up like that. It was really something to see. We then started walking down the hallway and we started going down the stairs but I needed to stop half way down because I was out of breath. So Asher picked me up and carried me bridal style to the bottom of the stairs like it was nothing at all to him. Like my weight didn't both him at all. And I suppose it didn't.

I folded my hands staring at him, Jamal smiled softly and pulled me by the arm. “It was nothing.” He stated gleefully and pulled me along to take me out of the hall, my feet were starting to hurt because of the heel that I was persuaded to wear. Jamal stopped when he noticed I was dragging my feet behind him. Without saying a word to me, he carried me in his arms and held me unto his chest in a bridal style. My breath got stuck up in my throat, with my eyes on his face, he look down at me and caught me staring at him.

I pretended to gasp softly. “You clearly can’t stand,” Liam muttered, cold but still trying to stay rational. “Get inside first. I’ll call for help.” Before I could add any more drama, Liam lifted my body in a bridal carry. A bridal carry. Willy snapped more photos. I could even hear the slight shake in the camera from panic. The scene was perfect. The dim hallway lights. Liam’s tall, solid frame carried me. My weak-looking body rested gently against his shoulder. It all looked like a romantic scene straight out of a prime-time drama.