Bridal Style Carrying Novels & Stories

I know I’m whining like a child at my wedding, but she is in the tornado’s eye right now, and she can’t see anything but her life swirling around her. He smiled charmingly, ignoring her rudeness, “I know you would ask this question. Why do brides carry flowers? Aside from something to keep a bride’s hands busy when she walks down the aisle. The practice of brides carrying bouquets dates to antiquity. Ancient Greeks and Romans, even Egyptians, carried fragrant herbs and spices to ward off bad luck during weddings. Though the floral garlands or the grand bouquets we know, the flowers symbolized a new beginning and brought hopes of love, fertility, happiness, and fidelity.”

Looking tremendously elegant, her beauty exceeded all. Throngs of guests gathered, and most were very powerful figures as well. A saint rode a large crane over while a deity arrived in a carriage pulled by nine dragons. Influential members of certain clans had even ridden the wind just to give their blessings to the newlyweds... Presents were piled up in a large plaza as well. The bride had a luscious body, and with her face shrouded by a white veil, none could see how she looked. Next to her was the groom. Even his back was more than enough to tell that he was dashing, his aura intense.

"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."

Why do I feel like she's showing favoritism here? "The bride is expected to put on her face covering before the priest goes up to the wedding altar." My mother rushed to me, dressing me in a white cloth that connected with a diamond crown. To my right and left stood two bridesmaids in white dresses, complete with a basket of cherry blossom petals. On the red carpeted floor that ran through the center of the wedding hall, there I was. I don't understand, isn't my father supposed to be carrying me? Why isn't he 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.

Ralph carried her up in a bridal style as he headed out with her tucked in his arms. THE END.

Before giving me a quick hug and then giving Jordan a dirty look. When we all walk out the door, she heads in one direction, and we take the other to the car. I notice that several people stare at us while walking by, because Jordan is carrying the wedding dress in one hand and holding my hand in the other. “So, is everything else taken care of for the wedding?” He asks me hesitantly, because we haven’t really spoken of it too much in the last week or so.

"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.

, he said affectionately as he placed his arm around her waist. "Yeah! We're finally home", Sky closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she said happily. To her surprise, Elliot suddenly lifted her up. "What are you doing?", she was baffled as she saw him lifting her up and walking towards the door. "Didn't Mom tell you this? It's our custom to carry the bride inside the house on the first day of wedding", Elliot said as he entered the hall. "I don't remember any such custom", Sky said in bewilderment as she could sense that he was not sleepy at all.

At least no one was booing us, demanding to know why'd he'd marired some wanna be Mann from another world. “Now I get to show you what I’ve been building for you this week.” He flips me around once we start walking through the trees and the other voices start to fade. Now he carries me like normal, bridal style with one of my arms wrapped around his neck. I was glad I had a husband who was capable enough to carry me.