Novel & Cerita Chapter Ring

Fortunately I've been taking self defense lessons with Chris every day when we get home from work so I was able to pry myself from his grip. Everyday that passes is like he becomes more and more rabid. ... Today is the day that the rings are coming home. I had them made the he ravished me on my office. He doesn't know though. The final design had a few changes. Like my ring is not flash or anything. It has rubies that were meant for the bracelet along the band. There are about five mini pearls separating the rubies and C.C initials carved along the insides of the band. Christopher's ring is almost similar to mine though it has sapphires instead of rubies or pearls. His band is the standard m

I said, snapping the bone clean. Silence again. Longer this time. I could almost hear their brains clicking. Hazel blinked twice. Rhea made a sound like a mushroom dropped into boiling water. “Sorry?” Hazel said. “Come again?” Rhea at the same time. I lifted my left hand, this time not to check my nails. The ring was cool around my finger, the bedside lamp catching on its small surface. Not a diamond monster, just a slim band of white gold with a stone that wasn’t shy but didn’t scream either.

Instead, there was a single, long dais carved from a single piece of white quartz. And there, resting on a velvet cushion that had resisted the touch of time, were two rings. They weren't made of gold or silver. One was carved from a dark, iridescent stone that shimmered like a wolf’s fur in the moonlight—the Ring of the Wolf. The other was forged from a metal that seemed to trap liquid fire within its bands—the Ring of the Dragon. As we approached, the rings didn't just sit there; they vibrated, singing a low note that resonated with the marks on our necks.

Ross’s brows moved, as if he finally sensed something was wrong, but I had already picked up the resignation letter and placed it back on his desk. “So I resign.” Then I reached for the thin chain at my neck and took off the silver ring hanging beneath my collar. It was the ring I had designed for us years ago. Ross had once asked to wear his openly, but when the company began to grow, he said it was better not to let people know about us yet. So I kept mine hidden against my heart and told myself secrecy was also a kind of protection. Now even that felt absurd. In front of him, I placed the ring on the desk.

Sedar said hoarsely, his eyes focused intently on the ring. "The Scarlet Halo is an 18-karat white gold oval ruby-centred diamond halo with a diamond shank. The gem is symbolic of romance, wealth, and success. Alluring and refined in equal measure" "I'll take it," Sedar drawled, passing him the ring with a lopsided grin on his face. "That sounds exactly like my wife." He pulled his credit card from his wallet and slid it across the table. "Do you want to know the cost, Mr Ozturk?" The elderly gentleman inquired, hesitating to swipe the card without first inquiring. "No, my wife is priceless when it comes to me."

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

“You bring the freak out of me. And then, you’re laying here looking and feeling all good.” Her slow grind against him made Simon bricked up in seconds. She slid her hands up his chest, and he caught her wrist. He kissed the inside of it before admiring her ring. She briefly mentioned the kind of ring she wanted if a man was to ask for her hand in marriage, and Simon stored the information in his mental Rolodex. Thanks to its rare cut, the white diamond Halo ring shined without her doing much. The sparkling gem was modest yet caught your attention without you knowing it. It fit Chelle’s finger perfectly, and Simon couldn’t wait to go shopping for her second one.

Amelia lifted the lid. Inside lay eight rings. Seven were made of polished stone. The eighth was unfinished cedar. She picked up the wooden ring. It fit perfectly around her finger. The moment she wore it, every empty throne around the chamber lit with golden light. One by one, shadowy figures appeared seated upon them. Not ghosts. Not spirits. Memories. Guardians from different centuries. Seekers. Archivists. Ordinary men and women who had protected truth in their own time. None spoke.

Alisha said, sounding very proud of herself. Alyssa give him his hunters licence. Then fished out two rings from the pouch she was holding. The first ring which she called the storage ring was a simple Silver ring crested with serpentine stone. The second ring was a golden signet ring. The signet was a figure of a man shackled with chains.

How could she think of doing that when it only fuels the blood pumping in my shaft? “Well…help.” She chirped in the bond again. “But don’t come close to me. Let’s be professional.” “Professional, I can do that.” She laughed. We both know that’s a beautiful lie. Hours went by, and I found myself occasionally sneaking out of the hall to gush over Dahlia’s wedding ring. It was an oval-cut ruby which had metal leaves curving around the center stone. The band was designed to mimic a twisting vine in rose gold. But this wasn’t the favorite part of the ring. It was the inscription I had underneath the ring.