Broken Ring This Marriage Will Fail Novels & Stories

"Forgot what, darling?" I reached down and slowly slid my wedding rings off my finger. Then I extended my hand out to offer him the rings. "This!" The smile melted off Karl's face in an instant as the realization hit him. He looked utterly crestfallen and heartbroken while staring at the rings. "I don't need it anymore," I stated, keeping my voice as cold and emotionless as I could muster. Without another word, I turned and headed back inside, leaving Karl standing there holding the rings that was the final symbol of the bond we had shared, now shattered beyond repair.

They finally realized that what they had seen as a crack was, in fact, a pair of meticulously sculpted hands reaching across the divide, perpetually suspended just short of a touch. It was then that Diske turned, handed the ring back to me, and said, "I'd like you to tell us about your piece." I took the ring, taking a deep, steadying breath. "It's a piece called 'The Rifted Vow.' You see, the deliberate gap in this ring symbolizes the deep fracture in a relationship, which occurred due to the endless back-and-forth of emotion, the confusion of honesty and deceit, and the multitude of times trust was broken then cautiously rebuilt, much like the near-connection of these two hands."

I felt a anger is boiled in me when I thought about his betrayal. "Uuuggghhh....girl..Did you see any ring in my finger?" He said while showing his both hand in front of me. Then I noticed he didn't wear any ring in his ring finger. Hell he didn't even wear any kind of ring in his fingers. Then what happened to that girl for which he broke our wedding. "Then what happened to that girl whom you claimed to your lover and...and broke.. " I hesitate to say because it's still hard to put it in a word and feeling is worse.

I thought I’d never see it again. Part of me hoped I wouldn’t. “Can you wear it for me?” His voice drops, vulnerable in a way that makes my chest ache. “Please.” Fuck. This ring. This symbol of the most fucked-up marriage in history mattered that much to him. And despite everything, despite the cellar and the starvation and the knife currently in his hand, I offer my finger, because I’m just as fucked up as he is. “I did what you wanted.” I yank my digits free. Step back.”

The memory of our bond, the warmth of his presence, and the guidance he had provided in times of need flood my thoughts, a bittersweet ache settling in my heart as I long for his comforting presence. I glance down at my finger, the weight of the ring Sean had pushed onto it feeling like a heavy chain binding me to a fate I cannot accept. The glint of the ring catches my eye, a stark reminder of the impending marriage that looms over me like a dark shadow, threatening to snuff out any flicker of hope or happiness that remains within me.

"Excuse me?" "You see us fayagans we don't marry with rings or jewels or whatever you people get married with these days . . . We marry with fire." "Marry with fire? What does that mean marry with fire?" she asked. "I breathe fire onto you and I mark you. And instead of wearing my ring you wear my burns. Burns that you won't even notice are there when you're close to me but when you're away from me will cause you a pain that you have never before felt; a pain that will eventually be your death should you not find your way back to me."

I cannot comprehend what's going on with me but I'm damn sure my goddamned heart knows what it is and that I am not ready to accept it, not ready to believe it. I stared at the ring on my finger. The ring I had exchanged with Krystal at the court. The more I kept staring at it, the more my subconscious mind kept convicting me of a permanent marriage. I remembered the first night we shared before the stunts she pulled. I remembered how weak she was. How breakable. Too fragile. Too gullible. She was too weak to face Chris and went straight to the bar to pour out her fury on the drinks. She was so broken.

The ring in his hand pulsed once before it cracked—splitting down the middle. Camela gasped at the sight. The ghost hissed with rage, "You dare?" The broken ring lifted from his palm and spun in the air, shards of black light wrapping around Camela. Her scar burned intensely; her body arched painfully struggling to breathe. Vincent roared, thrashing against his chains. "Let her go!" The ghost's voice echoed through the ruins. "The ring returns, bride! Whether you like it or not!" The shards slammed together, reforming into the ring again and it sped toward her hand.

Yukiya carefully held the broken ring in her trembling palm. Just two minutes ago she was swimming around with her little egg when all of a sudden her ring snapped off of her fingers. Long Ki had long told him a story about his ancestors. The ring was their symbol of love. It can only be broken when one of the partners was dead. "This can't be. Ki can't be dead!" she shook her head in disbelief.

“Don’t call me Sir, Call me Dad. I will give my daughter's hand to you, please love her as much as you do” “Yes Dad! ” _____ “This ring is the sign of my love, loyalty and faithfulness, I will cherish every moment we have In sickeness and in health No one can separate us, even death.” “This ring is the sign of my love to you, I'm not promise to make you happy but I promise this marriage will be forever, You're not just my Husband from now on, My body soul and mind is yours. The Day I said ‘I do’ is the day I devoted my self to you, For richer and for poorer I will love you, until death sets us apart."