Carrying Bridal Style Novels & Stories

Patrick let out a deep sigh. “To drop me down again? No, thank you.” Scar narrowed her eyes at him, making me laugh out loud. I'm not so inebriated that I'll forget what happened the next day, but I'm inebriated enough to laugh at everything. Patrick emphasized the term "bridal style." “I'll carry you in bridal style, baby girl.” Scarlet's eyes widened at the offer and she nodded enthusiastically. I have a visible pout. I extend my arms like a baby would to her mother in order for the baby to be picked up.

He smiled again, then I was shocked when his hands lifted my body. He carried me like a kidnapper who was kidnapping a little girl, really nothing romantic from it. At least he had to carry me in the bridal style. "Hey, let me go!" He chuckled lowly, "Never."

Stepping into the hall where the party was taking place, Arianna felt her breath hitch. Chloe’s mother held her arm firmly, guiding her forward with a warm, practiced smile, waving gently at familiar faces. Her grip was not forceful—just steady enough to anchor Arianna as they moved deeper into the crowd. With every step, Mrs. Mickelson was intentionally ushering her into high society, making a bold, unmistakable declaration of the Mickelson family's support.

"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."

“She’s… bre, athtaking.” Speculation spread like wildfire. The gown gleamed with stones worth billions, reflecting every beam of light. The church glowed in enchantment, walls adorned with cascading lights, an aisle blanketed with fresh white rose petals, and towering cherry blossom trees on either side, their branches dripping with falling stars as the bride walked beneath.

I chipped with grins all over my face as Jake nodded, trying to hold his laughter. "Go help my brother." Jaden added with a chuckle, and instead of Joy to stand, she lay on the couch with folded hands. "I am tired of walking." She whined with smiles, pouting her lips. "Carry me like you will on our wedding day." "Yayyy" I and Jaden began to clap as Jake carried her in his arms in a bridal style, her arms around his neck, blushing. "I can't get enough of you." He whispered to her, and she covered her face immediately. "Stop flattering me before I burst!"

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 asked Maaya while packing her all clothes “Yes, totally but I want you to do something for me.” She said while biting her lower lips “Yes sure tell me what I can do sunshine,” I asked while giving Maaya bag to Zach “I don’t want to go in a walk or use this wheelchair so please carry me till car.” She said with the cutest pout I ever seen Kate and Zach look at with smirk while leaving the room but I didn’t waste my time on much debate so I walk towards her and before she is able to say anything I carry her in my arms in bridal style.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

Zoya gasped while he started walking towards the mansion, carrying his bride in his arms. "Sahir, what are you doing?" Zoya asked him. "Carrying my wife and taking her to my home.." He said and Zoya giggled. "Gosh Madonna, I've always dreamt about this, to carry you and bring you to my home like this, in my arms, after getting married." He said while grinning widely and walking. Zoya chuckled. "You know you are hopelessly romantic," She said looking at him lovingly. "Only for your love ~" He stepped inside the mansion carrying his bride bridal style. Zaki whistled. Now Zoya felt extremely shy as everyone looked at her and Sahir. Altaf and Zubaida Ammi chuckled.