Carry Bridal Style Novels & Stories

She added. Antony narrowed his eyes and walked towards her in significant strides. The action made Crystal take a few steps back, narrowing her own eyes. “What are you doing—” She was cut off mid-sentence when the man made a rapid motion of maneuvering his left hand on her back while the other, just below her knees. He hoisted, carrying her in his arms in a bridal-like carry.

I stiffened. Cara walked down the aisle, following the rhythm of the wedding march with the brightest smile on her face. She didn't have a veil on as expected, so I could see the entire features of her face and the tight, low bun she had her hair in. I felt my jaw slacken for a minute before I caught myself, returning to my usual stoicism. She looked even more beautiful, but my eyes couldn't dwell on her beauty alone. No. My mind wouldn't let it, and it trailed down her body, giving her attire a full sweep.

BRUNA’S POV I was adorned in the most exquisite bridal attire. It was a novel experience, as I had never worn such elegant and expensive clothing. It was a round-neck embellished ball gown with several layers to it. With the assistance of one of the maids, I put on the wrist-length bracelet that adorned my hands. After securing my chocolate brown hair in an elegant bun, the maid skillfully adjusted the delicate lace-edged vintage bridal veil.

“Y’all really thought I was gonna let my only baby get married without seeing it with my own eyes?” She fanned herself dramatically. “You must not know me at all.” Then she turned toward the house and waved once. Out walked two of her friends—Miss Ruby and Miss Carla—carrying garment bags like they were delivering sacred relics. One held a lace-covered dress, the other a tux neatly folded over one arm, both of them smiling with glee. “And don’t worry about lookin’ the part,” Miss Brenda said, grinning like the cat who ate the

They were co-captaining the bridal ship. Inside the car, Zara heard their banter and allowed herself a small, genuine smile. She might have felt like the world was watching. But at least her girls had her back. Zara stood still, the breeze playing with the edge of her veil, her posture graceful and commanding. Her makeup was flawless, not too bold, not too soft — just enough to crown her as the masterpiece she had become. Her hair, swept into a timeless updo, carried jeweled pins that glinted like stars.

Her chestnut tresses were styled in an intricate updo, woven with delicate baby's breath and adorned with a crown of lush wildflowers that seemed to glow with an inner luminescence. Her every step exuded an air of otherworldly beauty and confidence befitting of a blushing bride on her wedding day. Her striking features were partially obscured by a gauzy veil, but her full lips were curved into a serene smile and shyness. What truly brought a surge of relief to President Bolting was the sight of Serena trailing behind the bride, dressed in a similar flowing blue robe that was decidedly more modest yet no less stunning in its elegance. Her two-toned locks was styled in an elegant bridal updo w

Beau Something was definitely not right with Bri. Outside of the obvious immense weight she carried on too-thin shoulders something wasn’t adding up here. She said we needed to talk. I wondered what was going on as I watched her walk off in the flowing green dress, a thick printed scarf around her head, her thick wavy hair piled up into a high ponytail and her gator boots clicked along the dock. Turquoise earrings dangled from her ears and strange bracelets covered her wrists. Tattooed vines now snaked down her arms and the one on her chest, I would be breaking the fingers of whomever she’d allowed to put that there. She was wearing the gator tooth and the pendant Wyatt and I had given her b

We all began to move, following Amy towards the room designated for Greta's bridal dress appointment. As we entered the room, I was taken aback by the sight that greeted us. The room was a bride's dream come true, adorned with racks of exquisite vintage bridal gowns. Each gown was unique, showcasing intricate designs and exquisite craftsmanship. The gowns ranged from classic silhouettes to more modern designs. Adjacent to the gowns were veils of various lengths and styles, each one designed to complement the gowns perfectly. From cathedral-length veils that exuded grandeur to shorter, more modern styles, the selection was truly impressive.

He patted her ass and walked out. The wedding went off without a hitch. Abigail let Carol wear a strapless dress for the first time. Hayden wasn't wild about it, but when he saw her walking down the aisle, he realised Abigail was right. Carol's dress was a light aqua with a yellow ribbon around the waist. She held a bouquet of yellow roses and carnations. Hayden was proud to see their daughter looking so beautiful.

He stood in front of a team of women looking svelte as hell and I smirked at how cocky he looked, standing there. The music changed and I turned to see Sarah being escorted down the aisle with who I assumed was her father. She was in a mermaid-style bridal dress. Her hair was up in an intricate updo with wisps of hair loose, framing her face. She wore a veil and her train was long as hell.