Picking Someone Up Bridal Style Novels & Stories

Where is my phone when I need a picture? He placed his hand on my shoulder while I looked up at him adoring every feature of his face but then I felt his hand move and I looked down to see him fix the strap of my dress. Thank you was almost out of my lips when he bent down and put his arms under my armpits and pulled me up before carrying me bridal style. “Not fair!” I kicked my legs in the air making him stumble for a second but then he was back in control.

I gulped. “Now, would you come have breakfast with me? Brunch actually, it is way past breakfast time.” Not trusting my voice to sound like a person’s or trusting my words, I nod instead, he smiled again, “Great.” I do try to get up by myself, believe me, but in between my rubbery knees and my dazed mind... he swooped down, slid his right hand under my back, and the other under my knees, I pick up my tea cup right before he picked me up from the ground, bridal style.

"Call the doctors and get the room ready" I ordered one of the men and proceeded towards her. Her eyes smiling on seeing me, other handheld forward for me to hold her. "Th...ank you" She managed to whisper and I smiled. Making all of them to step back and make space for me to pick her. Placing one hand below her knees and other behind her upper back, I picked her up bridal style, trying not to touch her wound. Her eyes telling me it hurt as tears leaked out of them, but that smile still remains plastered on her lips.

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.

Third person POV: ‘BING….’ The instant elevator door opened on 8th floor. Ethan hurriedly pulled back from his kiss and intertwined his fingers with Victoria fingers and hastily pulled her out with him, he headed towards his VVVIP room which was situated in one corner, in between their track Victoria accidently twitched her heel and was about to fall flat on her stomach when Ethan quickly supported her, he swiftly slid his left hand under her both legs while another behind her back and with one swift lift he picked her up in his arms in bridal style.

But he quickly held her down with a serious look on his face. "Well, about that... I want you to do something for me." He spoke up in a serious tone as well, making her look at him with a frown. She didn't like the sudden serious atmosphere but she stopped herself from thinking otherwise. "Okay...? What is it?" She asked in a careful tone, preparing herself for any possible bad thing. But he shocked her by suddenly getting down from the bed while picking her up in bridal style. She let out a loud gasp as she tightened her hold around his neck and looked at him with amused eyes. "Dominic! What are you doing?" She exclaimed in amusement.

"Okay, I'm in." Before she could say anything, he had lifted her in his hands, bridal style.

My hands wrapped around his neck with a smile. "It's best we start now, Mrs Selinofoto," Orpheus says. I yelped when he placed his hand underneath my knee and one at my back, lifting me up in a bridal style. Our laughter was booming through the halls of the palace.

Tristan Vance stood there with heavy breaths and a pair of hawk-like eyes gleaming with dark obsession. "Tris—" Before Vivienne could even finish chewing, Tristan had already stepped forward with astonishing speed and ferocity. The young man slipped both of his strong arms beneath her armpits and behind her knees, then lifted her curvy body in a single powerful motion in a bridal carry. The sandwich in Vivienne's hand slipped free and fell onto the marble floor.

He glanced at the crowd, his jaw tightening as he saw several students pulling out their phones. Before the first camera could click, Fabi moved. In one fluid motion, he stepped in front of Selin, shielding her from view. He reached out and pulled her gently but firmly against him. He tucked her head into the crook of his neck, pressing her face against the expensive fabric of his suit jacket. "Don't look," he murmured against her hair, his voice a low, protective rumble. "I've got you." A collective gasp rippled through the onlookers as Fabi didn't just lead her—he swept her off her feet, lifting her into a bridal carry.