Beautifully Broken Rings Novels & Stories

I've ignored everyone except for Emma and I've still barely talked to her. The ring has a large center diamond, maybe four carats? Five? There are several smaller diamonds on either side of the princess cut stone. Baguettes outline the edges and an eternity band makes itself clearly visible. "Blake, I'm going to destroy this ring. I'm so..." I tilt my head to the side, trying to find the right words. "I'm very clumsy and I tend to break things. That's the reason I don't have any potentially breakable things in my apartment," I comment dryly. "Are you sure you want to give me a real one?"

The man standing in front of him was far more beautiful and alluring than he had imagined him to be. It was lingerie. A seducing, see through lingerie. Reaching just at his hip bone. Not even at his thigh. Just as Cyrus wanted it to be. Noodle straps and closed with just a silk ribbon. He gulped hard to look down at the panties. Strapped with beads. Pearl beads shimmering in dim lights as Denzel shifted on other foot. The front was hardly covering the bulge prominent through the silk fabric. And the back...

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

We can't just brush this off! I gently put my hand on Shawn's half-hand, closed the coffin, and went to look for Zach. He was applying burn cream to Sue Green in the big, empty villa. I noticed how gentle he looked—an expression I'd never seen on him before. A stainless steel tray sat behind them on the square dining table. Inside the tray lay Shawn's severed hand—the very one Zach had ordered to be chopped off himself. My legs felt weak as I staggered forward, clutching that half-hand to my chest.

T & Co 1887 was written on each circle. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I received. Actually it was the only piece of jewelry I received, besides a set of stud earrings my grandparents gave me. My eyes watered as I tried the bracelet on. It was a perfect fit. I leaned back on the bed and thought about this entire day. I was near perfect. I survived graduation. I survived a senior party with all the people I loathe. I received a car. And now a gold bracelet. I suddenly felt the need to do something nice for them. Dmitry once told me one of their best nights was when after a raging party and a million drinks, they decided to stop by a diner to order all the breakfast they could eat.

But after only a few steps, Jefferson spread his arms, telling Hugo to stop. Jefferson reached into his suit pocket, then held up the two rings; Hugo stared at him. "That's for you, don't return it." "Thank you for your generosity, but I can't take it, so I'm giving it back." Jefferson entered and placed the ring in the glass cabinet filled with toys on the right, which happened to be open because Hugo had rearranged his toys. "I'll excuse myself then." "Is that how you return my ring? That's rude."

He has dark circles under his eyes and swears he looks like a raccoon. Aiden lets out of breath as he lowers his head, but his eyes catch something, and they snap back up, looking into the mirror. His eyes go to his neck, and to his horror, instead of Thaddeus's beautiful mark, he sees a horrible jagged scar. Aiden raises his hand, and shaky fingers reach for his neck. Tears fall before his fingers even get a chance to touch it. His fingers shook, hovering over the mark that was once so beautiful, and screamed loud and clear he belonged to Thaddeus. His heart breaks even more than it already did, and he wonders why he is still alive.

I ask, certain that Anne only had one daughter. "The cactus, obviously! What other name would I give to something green, shriveled, and full of thorns?" she asks, as if I had asked a silly question. I laugh at that. Sofia and her sense of humor, God, how I missed that! "You can explain that to me later... I want to know how the meetings are going," I say. Sofia smiles, pointing to her bracelet with several tokens. In her first meeting, she received a yellow token to represent her first day of sobriety. Since then, whenever she exchanged tokens as time passed, Sofia found a way to turn them into pendants.

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

The sight of Shawn Reid — the ruthless billionaire CEO who had fought an entire system inside his own mind — on his knees, vulnerable and trembling, made my chest ache with a fierce, overwhelming love. “I know I’m broken,” he continued, eyes locked on mine. “I know parts of me were engineered to need you. I know I’ve held back from fully claiming you every single night because I’m terrified that when I finally do, it won’t be me choosing you. But I’m done waiting for certainty.” He opened the box. The ring was breathtaking — a large, flawless diamond surrounded by smaller stones arranged in a subtle, elegant pattern that caught the city lights like captured stars. It looked like it had been