Carrying Bridal Style Novels & Stories

Noella’s POV The atmosphere in the bride's dressing room was full of excitement. I sat in front of the mirror, wearing a graceful white wedding dress with intricate lace embellishments. All the wedding accessories were perfectly set; a diamond tiara in my hair, a pearl necklace that hung beautifully around my neck, and ivory-colored high heels that added elegance to my appearance. In my hand, I held a bouquet of wedding flowers consisting of white roses and lilies, symbols of purity and eternal love.

Happy Reading! --------++++--------- I see myself in a white bridal gown, standing against my dresser's mirror. I softly touch my glowing hair, then my face. The dress is mermaid style, elegantly defining my curves. It is fitted from above then loosely drapes down, leaving a long tail behind me. The broad round neckline is adorned with small diamonds. They are possibly real. My reflection as a bride makes me cry. I lower my head and silently sob. My wedding wasn't supposed to be like this. Mom and Dad have really crossed all the limits.

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.

A light smile secured my lips and my broken heart was soon mended. I felt whole once again and there he wrapped his hand around my waist before carrying me up in a bridal style. *** *** *** Stepping out of the car, he walked closer to me and took me up in a bridal style before taking the entrance door and matching up the spacious stairs. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck while he took the stairs graciously with his gaze fixed on mine. I pray we don't tremble down. After taking the stairs, he took the turn that led to our room and I held his neck slightly, I felt heavy and I didn't want to put my whole weight on him.

She tried to ignore it, but each step felt heavier and Ben was watching her every step. "Do your feet hurt?" asked Ben as he glanced at the high heels Caroline was still wearing. "Just a little." Caroline smiled faintly and didn't want to complain about this to Ben. Ben stopped walking and bent down to look at Caroline's foot. Everyone here was still staring at them in amazement. "Ben, stand up, my leg doesn't hurt that bad," Caroline said while holding Ben's shoulder. "Then there's no need to exert yourself." Ben lifted Caroline in a bridal-style carrier, with one hand supporting her back and the other under Caroline's knee.

Alicia walked to the front of the house wearing her usual clothes, her make-up still on her face but not her clothes. Alicia was not wearing her bridal kebaya. Alicia walked calmly while carrying a girl wearing a bridal kebaya with her face covered by a large veil-like shawl that covered her face from the top of her head. All eyes were on Alicia but she casually carried the girl next to her to the front of the stage reserved for brides and placed her next to Ilham.

Paired with long brown trousers, brown fitted coats with narrow sleeves, high collars and black boots. He walked up to the two guards and maids that arrived earlier. After exchanging a few words the maids went back in and the two guards alongside the young man walked up to the carriage. The guards opened the carriage doors, while the man stepped in. He stood before me. “Don’t worry, I will take her in.” He said politely. I removed my arms that I had draped round her shoulders earlier and shifted aside to let him carry her. He carefully brought her down from the carriage and carrying her in a bridal style he stepped back into the mansion.

If they can't carry her over to the altar, they should teleport her back so she could continue her sleep. Before she could say any word more from her mouth, Jayden already bent down and carried her in a bridal style. He didn't say anything and stared at the witches who instantly led the way, where the altar awaits their arrival. . Extra…. [Darcia: Who knew that the witches hide an Incredible building behind these mountains?. And here I was thinking that they lived like Forest individuals]. .

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."