5 Stone Family Ring Novels & Stories

It was a fifteen-carat ring with a pink square diamond at its centre. I handed the box to Vincent, who admired the ring as he nodded his approval. "Not too bad," he answered. This was the first approving thing he had said so far. "But, you could have gone bigger. You know how we do things in our family?" He commented as he handed the box back to me.

Ava caught her breath, for a long while, she forgot to blink. Before her was the most breathtaking jewel she had ever seen. It wasn't extravagant or ostentatious in size or design, but it was just perfect. It was beautiful in its classic simplicity, a timeless, oval-shaped emerald ring adorned with little diamonds around it. The brilliant stone sparkled as he held it between his fingers, studying the ring with a look of reverence. "It has belonged to my family for several generations. Every possessor of this title before me proposed his future bride with this ring,"

I couldn’t get my voice to work. “YES, OF COURSE, YES.” I scream. I launch myself at them as they continue to kneel in front of me. Alexi takes the ring from the box as Jayson holds my hand still so he can slip it on my finger. I will not ask how they knew my size but the ring fits perfectly. “The center stone is an eight carat pink diamond. We knew you would love it.” Alexi told me.

My heart raced as he opened it, revealing a dazzling diamond ring that caught the light and shimmered like a star. "Wow," I breathed, momentarily mesmerized by the stone’s brilliance. "It’s… beautiful. Is that… five carats?" Adrian grinned, clearly amused by my reaction. "Seven, actually." "Seven?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. My eyes were glued to the ring, taking in every facet of the perfectly cut diamond. It was massive, elegant, and almost surreal in its beauty. This wasn’t just a ring—it was a statement, a symbol, something that spoke volumes without a single word.

She said standing up and going over to the shelf behind me on the right side. She brought out something that looked like a stone. " Is that a stone?" " Yes, but it's not any stone, it's the stone of revealing, well part of it" " I've heard of it before, I hear that it's scarce and very hard to find, how did you get it? " " My mother gave it to me before she died, it has been in the family for generations and has been passed down to the first female child in the family," Reseller said smiling while holding the stone.

The two of them had been slaving away for an hour trying to pick the perfect rings. Samson had picked out a three-stone ring with hexagon moss agate and moissanite set in black gold. The ring had a string of leaves above the three stones truly signifying Gertrude's connection to nature. Samson commented that the ring would fit Gertrude well.

I answered him straightforwardly. "Uh huh?" "What is it sir? What are you trying to imply here?" "Someone told me that there's a certain family in that district, a family who's tasked is to protect the stone." He turned to me. "And do you know who's family is it Iris?" I shook. He smirked at me. "It's your family. The Quaison's." For a moment my eyes widened. I shifted on my seat comfortably contrary to what I'm feeling right now.

“Okay.” He shifted, reaching into the pocket of his jeans. He didn’t pull out a ring box. He pulled out a small, polished stone, a piece of sea glass from Brighton, green and smooth, warmed by his skin. “This is ours,” he said, placing it in her palm. “From our first trip as a family.” He closed her fingers over it. “I’m not ready for a ring. Not yet. The thought of… of replacing one with another.” He shook his head. “But this… this is a promise. A promise that I am yours. That this family is yours. That I want to build a life with you, one stone at a time. Will you… will you keep this? As my promise?”

“To my friend, Thank you for a friendship that lasted until my dying day. I’m grateful for the opportunity to have known you. How proud your father must be to have raised a son like you. I sometimes wish that my own sons could be more like you, destined for greatness without the open doors that the throne gives them. The black dragon stone ring was a gift from my grandfather who told me that he had received it from his best friend. He also instructed me to one day pass it on to someone that fulfilled that role in my life and so it now belongs to you. The emerald necklace is a token for your wife, to show my appreciation at her patience and kindness. She must be a gem of a woman to have your

I deserved it after being with a mate, Adriel over there who made life a living hell for me, coupled with my sister. Upon closer examination of the ring, all three stones were identical and matched perfectly. They were light blue princess cut diamonds and the ring was white gold. I held out my hand waiting for Vincenzo to step on the ring. There was a long silence before I realized I hadn't said yes yet and the trills exchanged worried looks on their knees. I sniffed "Yes," I managed to say. The triplets burst into smiles. Vincenzo slipped me the ring. It shone.