A Verdict With Rings Novels & Stories

I can sense the quickening of her heartbeat and the strong scent of anxiety oozing off of her. But I don't say anything. Sera stiffens beside me, shaking her head. "I didn't take them,” she says again, her voice strained now. Her wide eyes never leave the rings. "I didn't… I didn't steal anything." The guards begin to disperse out of the room one after the other as the one with the ring walks toward the elders. He lifts the rings and places them in Elder Marcellus’ palm before following after the rest. Marcellus turns the rings slowly between his fingers, studying them as the other elders lean closer to inspect too. Helena moves beside them, pointing.

He remarked and began fanning his face. Oh goddess, the overdramatizing. “Just put the damn thing on!” I ordered. He slid the white gold, onyx-stoned square-shaped ring with our pack’s insignia on his right middle finger and shoved the hand in Valiant’s face, flashing it back and forth. “I guess you're not used to the finer things in life.” Valiant huffed out the comeback. Devin’s happy face faded, and he gave him the evil eye. Valiant grinned.

Third Person's POV Dominic twirls the ring on his finger as he looks at it. He thought the first ring Dimitri got him was gorgeous, but this ring is stunning! It's black, just like the other ring. And just like the other ring, the detail on this one is incredible. The lines, and textured design around the ring, and on the inside are unlike anything he's ever seen. The 18-karat gold thin line near one edge sets it off and enhances its beauty. A direwolf ring, how fitting, and perfect!

I shut my eyes, not minding whatever the judge was saying. He squeezed my arm even more. I feel like my bones are going to crack any minute now. He loosened his grip the moment I voiced out my pain. He took his handkerchief and wiped his palm like he just touched a filthy trash, which I know he thinks I am one. We exchanged rings. It's just a simple ring witn different designs. He personally requested for them to look like this so anyone won't have the thought that we're together. The judge made us sign the papers. Which I did, even with my trembling hands. For a second, I felt the call air caressed my spine. Fear suddenly gave me a touch of fire.

He slid the ring off and laid it into the evidence tray. “We’ll have it sent for full chemical analysis,” he said, looking briefly back at me. “Are you sure there are no other tests you want to run, Mrs. Romano?” I shook my head slowly. My eyes stayed on the ring—closed inside a clear container, still glowing, still hiding the truth I already knew. “No,” I said quietly. “That ring is the key.” He sealed the tray and stepped away into the rain. I stayed beside the coffin for a long moment. The wind caught my coat. The rain soaked through the shoulders. But I didn’t feel any of it. I could only look at her bare hand, pale and empty, as the truth settled like ice in my chest.

"And you still say you’re not a thief? A bracelet made of sapphires like this… Is that something a poor loser like you could afford?" Then he turned to Aurora with a spoiled tone. "Aurora, I like this bracelet. Will you give it to me?" Without even waiting for her answer, he slipped it onto his wrist. Seeing the only relic my mother left behind about to be tainted by this man, I rushed forward. "Let go! That’s something my mother left me. Give it back!" Amidst the struggle… Clink. The bracelet fell heavily to the floor and shattered instantly into several pieces.

The ring in my palm made the clinical version unavailable. "You said you already have a ring," I said. "As an answer to Thomas's question about whether we are doing this." "Yes." "A ring is not paperwork. A ring is a claim." Vinicio's eyes held mine with the same steady attention he had used in the car when he had answered everything, and in the kitchen when the tension had finally snapped, and in the corridor when I had broken against him after the worst of it had passed. "The paperwork can be arranged. The court process can be moved. The identity questions can be resolved through the channels already open. The ring is the part that was never conditional on those processes. It was the part

I pulled my hand back and cradled it against my chest, inspecting the stone. "I'm sorry, I... this thing is worth a fortune, I can't just be walking around..." "It's a ring," Vincenzo said. "Not a museum exhibit." "It's a seven-figure ring." "Probably, yes." "Vincenzo." I started working it toward my knuckle. "I should put it back in the box until..." His hand closed around my wrist. Not tight. Just present. "It's meant to be worn," he said. "It's already on your finger. Leave it there."

Everyone else followed suit, except for some of the women. After Ezra had returned to his chair we received our cards and our rings. Ezra had to take his ring from the judge and then we received our cards. The judge then called out my name, telling me that I should take Ezra's ring. While Ezra watched nervously, I reached forward towards Ezra and handed him his ring back. With a shaky hand he put his ring back onto his finger. Once he was done the judge announced Ezra and I's name for the rest of the ceremony. It was then Ezra stood up and made his way back down the stairs.

Nicole sat on the judges' bench, flanked by Eber and Elijah, both of whom were sitting precariously looking down at rings with a very serious look on their faces. There were five rings; one main ring and four sub-rings. Each had a mechanical barrier around to prevent people from being accidentally harmed outside the ring. There was a large screen that broadcasted the robotic combat live and displayed the data analysis. Everyone waited with great excitement for Elijah to announce the start of the draw. Merry's expression remained unchanged; she kept looking at the entrance of the venue as if waiting for someone to arrive.