Novel & Cerita Picking Someone Up Bridal Style

All of a sudden, he carried me in bridal style and our eyes locked at each other. TBC….

In a bid to save her from the trouble of standing on her tiptoes for too long, I picked her up from the ground and carried her in my arms, bridal style. She beamed, not expecting this. But her wide smile soon vanished into a big, ugly scowl when I walked forwards with our eyes locked and did the unexpected. I threw her into the pool.

I wrapped her arm around my shoulder and held firmly onto her waist, trying to keep her upright. But she wouldn't even muster the effort to at least support herself. She intentionally dumped her weight on me and thought it was funny. She just kept mumbling words I couldn't make out and giggling like a crazy person. I sighed, knowing it would end up in one thing. So I bent down and picked her up in a bridal carry. She let out a surprised little gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around my shoulders as she blushed, somehow even redder than before and mouthed random ‘thank yous’ before settling her face against my chest.

Brian says opening the door of his own side as he gets out to open the door for me while I silently pay that his definition of getting me out won’t be him forcefully dragging me to wherever he wants to take me to. “Pick up the jacket”he instructs in a commanding tone and I quickly pick it up as I hadn’t it over to him. Surprisingly, he takes the Jacket from me , wraps it around my shoulder and gets me out of the car in the same bridal style that he brought me in while I just bury my head shyly in his chest so that I don’t make eye contact with the lenses of any phone camera that wants to capture me. As much as I hate to admit it, the idea of him lifting me up in his string arms and taking he

She cast her doleful eyes down at the ground and sighing deeply, she stepped towards the stage without even looking up at the eyes of their family members who were equally curious and gloomy at the same time! As she raised her feet to place it on the first step of the small steps created to climb the steps, absentminded, she yelped and squealed feeling suddenly lifted up in the air! “Ohhhh….!!” She quickly clutched the man’s suit in tight fists in fear that she might fall and closed her eyes! Soon the area was filled up with cheers, applauds and whistles! Emily opened her eyes slowly and when she looked up at the person, who has lifted her up bridal style, her lips stretched into a shy smile

"Why don't we get you in first, you look exhausted." "But—" "I promise I'll tell you everything, but let's get you in first." He insisted and Astrid reluctantly agreed. In a twinkle of an eye, Lucas swept her off her feet, carrying her in a bridal style. Astrid gasps in shock as she wasn't expecting that, she hurriedly looked around to see if anyone was watching, but the guards around weren't paying any attention to them. "What are you doing Lucas?" She asked in a whisper. "What if someone misunderstands? Put me down please, I'm fine, I can walk."

As we both stepped out of the car, I looked up at Levi, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. "It's the big day, huh?" I said, a soft smile tugging at my lips. Levi's gaze locked with mine, his expression teasing yet affectionate. "Indeed it is," he replied, his eyes dancing with a playful glint. He extended his arms, and I willingly stepped into his embrace. With practiced ease, he lifted me up in a bridal hold, his strength making me feel safe and cherished. The world around us seemed to fade away as he carried me inside the pack house, our connection palpable.

I felt like a puppet, completely disconnected from my own body. “I…” My lips moved, but I wasn’t sure what I was saying. Then, with a sudden movement that took my breath away, Calix swept me off my feet. One arm went under my knees, the other firmly around my back. I gasped, clinging to his shoulders instinctively, my head resting against his chest. My eyes widened as he lifted me effortlessly, holding me against him as if I weighed nothing at all. He held me in bridal style and carried me straight into the private elevator.

He didn't give me time to think. He closed the distance between us in two steps, and started towering over me. His hands went to my waist, firm and warm through the thin fabric of my tank top. Then he lifted me, without asking or warning. He just bent slightly and scooped me up bridal-style, one arm under my knees and the other behind my back. I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance. "Jax—what—" "Shh," he said, in a very low and commanding tone, and I can't lie it was very fucking calming.

She met Michael’s gaze once more, her decision clear. “I’m fine with a civil wedding,” she said, her voice steady. She made sure her expression gave away nothing—no hesitation, no reluctance, no longing for something more. Michael studied her for a beat longer before nodding. Then, without warning, he reached for her. His gloved hand brushed against the side of her neck, his touch light yet deliberate. Evelyn willed herself not to flinch, though her breath hitched at the unexpected closeness. She felt him pluck something from her hair.