Carrying Bridal Style Novels & Stories

Without asking, he lifted me into his arms again. The bridal carry felt… different now. Closer. My breath caught as one of his hands shifted slightly under the knees, pulling me tighter against his chest. My fingers instinctively curled into the front of his tuxedo, gripping the smooth fabric. His heartbeat was steady. Strong. Unshakable. I pressed my cheek against him before I could stop myself. His steps faltered. Just for a second. Then he kept walking. Inside the mansion was impossibly quiet. The marble floors reflected soft chandelier light, and the air smelled faintly of cedarwood and something crisp and expensive.

Adrian said as he picks me up bridal style walking towards the door I blush as all the guys start cheering behind us while Adrian carries me inside. .. .. .. ..

Nathan: We got out of the car and I carried her bridal style to the building. She pouted and kissed my cheek. “You know that you don’t have to carry me. I can walk on my own.” I grinned. “It’s practice. I have to make sure that I can carry you on our wedding day.” Her mouth opened and clamped shut. Her face burned red and she buried her face in my neck. There is no way I was going to leave her single, carrying my child.

she said, forcing herself to stand. The moment her heel touched the ground again- A sharp, needle-like pain shot through her foot. Her body instantly lost balance. She stumbled sideways- And just before she hit the ground- An arm wrapped around her waist. Pulled. Steady. She fell straight into his embrace. Before she could react- He bent down, slid one arm beneath her knees, and lifted her effortlessly into a bridal carry. Smooth. Natural. Decisive. Scarlett's eyes widened slightly as she looked at him.

"Please," "No," "Where are you even taking me to?" "Out for fresh air," "Yes, thank you but I can walk. I have legs. I'm begging you, don't carry me," "It's not like it's my first time," he looked at me and raised a brow. "What's wrong with lifting my girlfriend?" "No one has ever carried me bridal style before. It's as embarrassing as telling your parents about your first sexual experience. Please, put me—" he smirked. The cunning snake. "Dick, you knew!" I exclaimed. "Put me—"

I gripped the bed tighter, putting on my heels but he stopped me. “You are not allowed to wear heels for now,” he picked it up, making me gawk at him. “I can't walk barefooted,” “And that's why I wanna carry you. It's not much of a big deal,” he said, as if he was tired of listening to my excuses. Without any signal, he came forward. I was thinking that he wanted to help me up until he suddenly carried me in a bridal style. I let out a yelp and gripped his shirt for support, my widened eyes glued on him.

Yet Lily enjoying the same luck made them so angry they turned speechless. I grabbed the bride's hand and led her to the waiting motorcade. The wedding was luxurious, true. Twenty-one customised limited edition cars were lined up to transport the bride, red ribbons tied at strategic points. It was by far the most lavish wedding procession since that of Princess Charlotte a decade ago. None of Zarek's previous brides received the same treatment. The beast must want Summer a lot. That made it a lot more satisfying for what we've got in stock for him tonight.

And I was able to utter a silent thank you nang maramdaman kong may pulso pa ito. With clenched teeth and held breath, dali-dali ko ng binuhat ito. Making sure to carefully carry her in a bridal style saka nagsimula ng maglakad paalis rito. Agad ng nagsitabihan ang mga taong nakaharang sa daan to make a way for us. Kahit nararamdaman ko na namang kumikirot pa ng konti ang sugat ko sa tagiliran, I paid it no heed and just hastily carried her to my car.

Frustrated, I took my mind off it, breathing out and closing my eyes. Flora squeezed my hand tightly. “It’s normal to have cold feet.” I gave her a confused look and remained silent till we got to the church and I had to walk down the aisle, with my maids of honor, carrying my bridal train. It was a fish cut dress with flay at the end that outlines my figure. There was a veil on my head, disturbing my vision. It was hard walking in with all attention being on me. What was scarier was it was an actual church and I was getting married?

He found Skylar and Bessy on the roof top of the Royal fort, waiting for them. He was carrying Orea using the fireman’s carry method, slumping her bodily over his shoulders. He now lifted her off his shoulders and carried her in front of him now, the way you carry a bride. Only this was not her wedding day, but probably the day of her death.