Picking Someone Up Bridal Style Novels & Stories

“Can you carry me in too? You were right about the heels, I think I sprained my ankle.” I’m clearly messing with him. Obviously. But he just frowns a little, eyebrows pulling together like he’s genuinely… worried? That can’t be right. He can’t possibly bel— Before I can blink, he’s suddenly in front of me — and then, oh my God — he scoops me up into his arms. Bridal style. BRIDAL. STYLE., I freeze. My mouth drops open. I can’t even come up with a insult or sarcastic comeback. I just stare at him.

He looked down at her with love and asked her "Are you feeling sleepy??" She was very tired and had no energy at all so she gently nodded her head on his chest without opening her eyes while pouting adorably, her little cute and adorable antic brought a bright smile on his face. He bend slightly down and lifted her in his arms in bridal style, due to which she opened her eyes with a jerk and wrapped her hands around his neck fearing to fall. She looked at him who was looking at her with a smile. She frowned at him and asked him in slightly angry tone "Why did you pick me up??? Put me down. I can walk myself to the bed. You don't need to carry me."

I can go by myself. All of a sudden I felt someone's arm under my knees and my legs couldn't feel ground anymore. His one hand is under my knees and other one is supporting my back making him to carry me in bridal style. I gasped due to his sudden actions, who wouldn't.... he's carrying me in his arms!.

Alex shook his head, exasperated. Without giving it a second thought, he held her wrist and pulled her closer; bending down, he picked her up in his arms in bridal style. Anita was shocked as she kicked, screamed, shouted profanities, and hit him. “Put me down, you bastard.” Alex put her down gently and shut the car door behind him. Anita quickly adjusted her dress. “That’s an endearment you will never hear from a newly wedded bride. You’re a lucky man, Alex.” Michael patted his hand on Alex’s shoulder.

That was all she wanted, and it seemed, as if her prayers had been answered. "Alright." She conceded, giving in to his request and nodding her head. "I...I can't walk." She admitted. Zacharie, without another word, raised her up into a bridal style. Amelie yelped loudly when she felt her body suddenly being carried up, but quickly went quiet after realizing how close their faces were. Her cheeks flushed and she averted her gaze, not wanting him to notice the embarr*ssment written all over her face.

he pushes me to his couch and I can’t do anything but just follow his orders. He leaves me by the couch and I just try to calm down and stop coughing when there are a lot of feet running around and then two strong arms come over to me and pick me up bridal style. I feel his hard chest close to me when a blanket is being placed over me and they start to walk out of his apartment.

, He asked softly with his thumb to stroke my lips gently. . “Cade, are you..”, Before I could have asked my final question. I heard a loud wailing sound. I quickly realized the voice, it’s Banshee. Cade quickly picked me up in his arms in a bridal style and I felt myself traveling at the speed of the wind. The speed was too much to handle, I quickly hid my face in his chest and the next thing I knew was...I was in his room. . What the fuck! . . . #TBC

“You’ve not said a word since we left the event.” “I… I needed that. My heart feels lighter now,” she said with a sigh. Daniel nodded his head, leaned down, picked up her legs, and then removed her heels gently. “I am glad to hear that,” he said, stood up, and then walked to the closet. When he returned, he walked over to her, leaned down, grabbed her hands gently, and then pulled her up to her feet. “What are you doing?” She groaned. “You…” his lips tugged in a small smile and Sapphire frowned.

However, at the same time, he lifted her in his arms—bridal style—and moved her back to the bed. Claire could only stare as if she lost her damn mind.

Another man scooped his wife up in a dramatic bridal carry, spinning her once before jogging toward the starting line like this was some kind of romantic comedy montage. My heart began to thud uncomfortably. I swallowed and turned toward Luca, fully intending to ask him what we were supposed to do, when he moved. One second, he was standing in front of me. The next, his arm slid behind my knees and another around my back and suddenly, the ground disappeared beneath my feet. I gasped. “Oh—-!” Before I could even process it, I was lifted clean off the grass, my body cradled against his chest firmly, it was an effortless bridal carry. The world tilted slightly, and instinct took over before dig