Beautifully Broken Rings Novels & Stories

I whispered to myself staring at her thin, lean but clean and beautiful hand, threading her fingers with mine and imprinting every little detail of it to memory. “I don’t know how to deal with them. I don’t know how to take care of them. They are so broken that I can’t even recognize them. Heck, I am barely hanging on myself.” I shook my head and stared at her face. She just laid there with her eyes closed, face so beautiful like she had just dropped straight from the skies.

If Grandma hadn't married him, today, she might be quietly living in a luxurious villa tending to her flower garden without having to worry about money for the rest of her life. Even after falling into this kind of miserable condition, grandma still maintained her graceful and wise nature. She lived well without ever troubling her granddaughter. But even though she seemed to be doing well all this time, Indira knew that her heart was actually broken by her husband's betrayal. The pain of betrayal and the huge changes in her life had damaged her mind and body, but she refused to show her sadness to Indira. Remembering what Arya Wiratama had said a week ago, Indira was getting impatient to sel

When he heard the news, the crystal glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. A violent rush of joy, tangled with regret, struck him all at once. To him, Noah was his only redemption and the last bridge that could reconnect us. Immediately, in the name of the Alpha, he sent an endless procession of gifts. A magnificent gold-trimmed cradle, the softest animal furs, and a dazzling array of jewels and ornaments. The convoy stopped outside my door in grand formation. I didn't go out, and I couldn't even be bothered to look.

"And now you're telling me you want to go back to that dirt-poor mountain hole in the middle of nowhere? You just can't stand seeing me do well, can you?" I could not hear his yelling anymore. The broken bead in my palm was still warm. It came from the rosary my grandmother had carved from a tree struck by lightning, deep in the mountains. I had worn it for twenty-four years. Fire could not burn it, water could not rot it, and a blade had never left a mark on it. But the instant we scratched open the winning number, it had cracked against my chest with a sharp, piercing sound. The topmost bead, the one nearest the small wooden cross, had snapped clean off the chain.

Very much something I would wear. Hanging from it were two pendants. The first was the titanium Celtic promise ring. The intricate black scrollwork stood out against the silver metal. It was beautiful. And I would have known that if I had acknowledged it Saturday night. Beside it hung a jagged half-heart. Broken. Separated. Missing it’s other half. The symbolism wasn't exactly subtle. A bitter laugh escaped me. The irony wasn't lost on me. She'd returned my answer in physical form. The ring. The broken heart. The dream I'd shattered.

Prince Callum said and slid the silver blue sapphire ring with a white diamond halo onto her ring finger. "Loque Bella if you would repeat after me. I give you this ring as a symbol of my abiding love." "I give you this ring as a symbol of my abiding . . ." Crash!!! Out of nowhere something massive broke through the side of the church; breaking through the wall and shattering the windows to bits, with the pressure of the crash causing everyone to fly back and fall to the ground, Loque Bella and Prince Callum too.

The velvet box lay open on the table between them, a small, dark universe holding a single, captured star. The black sapphire seemed to absorb the flickering candlelight, holding it deep within its facets before letting it glimmer back out, a secret whispered in light. The two bands—brushed platinum and matte tungsten—twisted around each other in an eternal, unresolvable knot. It was a ring of shadows and resilience, of intertwined fates. It was, Anton thought, her soul given form in metal and stone.

It felt preserved. At the center of the room stood a circular platform carved from black stone. Suspended in the air above it hung a massive ring of silver metal, cracked straight through the center. Aria stopped breathing for a moment. Ryan noticed immediately. “What is it?” She stared at the broken ring with wide eyes. “I’ve seen this before.” Caleb rubbed a hand over his face. “Fantastic. Another impossible memory.” But Aria barely heard him. Slowly, she walked toward the platform, and Ryan followed close behind.