Christina Piercing Rings Novels & Stories

Lexie snorted angrily. "By the way, what did you want to talk to me about? Any important news I should know?” Lexie looked down and played her fingers on the surface of the balcony bar which had intricate carvings forged from iron. The diamond ring on her finger glittered in the sunlight. Xena's and Rafe's. She had moved the rings in his left hand, and side by side because she used her right hand most of the time for work. She is afraid that Xena's ring will be damaged because she uses her right hand more often in everything.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

And if Christ was willing to give his life for the sins of all mankind, she could put up with Xavier's cruelty for the sake of her friend's safety. She stood up out of bed and took a deep breath. "Lord, give me strength." She looked down at the card. "Punish me." Her collar immediately activated, turning into a ring of light around her neck. From the ring stretched black ribbons, wrapping around her torso over and over again in complex knots. Known as the tortoise shell formation, they formed a net across her body like a spider web. She didn't feel anything from the ribbons; they were fairly loose. It was awkward and embarrassing, sure, but not painful or even very unpleasant.

If they were dating she had to make it believable that she was happy being married to a stranger. Xavier stared at her as she did so. There was something very different about her. She has this aura surrounding her that he could not explain. "Shall we?" Xavier asked unclasping his seat belt and opening the door. Jessica did the same and they both came down. "Here is the ring. I hope it fits" Xavier said pulling out two rings from his picket. One has a diamond head crested inside a gold band the other had little diamond stones crested in a gold band as well.

I went through the jewellery until I found one I liked. “I think I will take this.” It was a black titanium circular barbell. “Is it safe?” “Of course.” She grabbed two before asking. “Are you having two piercings or one?” “Well, it depends.” I stared at the ring, wondering if it was painful. It had to be. That thing didn't look like a child's play to me. “On what?” “Will it hurt? I mean, isn't that too big for my nipples?” “Isn't your cock awfully big for your omega?” She blurted out, eyes wide when she realized she had spoken her words out loud.

Christina began to spit curses as she cried. "That fucking bastard. I wasted ten years on that piece of shit. I bought him everything he's wearing. And, he parades around in my gifts to go on dates with another woman. I should've gotten a pet instead …" Hector had to endure stares from the crowd. "Feel free to cry all you want. But can you quit it with your complaining?" Christina only cried harder in response. … Calista didn't leave. She wouldn't be able to sleep if she did anyway. So, she might as well stay. If anything were to happen … Of course, nothing was going to happen.

Master said, seeing them first. I agreed whole heartedly. Both women were so beautiful and their jewelry did everything to complement their beauty. Chantelle had a gold colored metal collar. I could not imagine the whole thing would be gold. From the loop at the front of the necklace, chains went to each of her nipples and fastened to hoops in each one. Miniature gold handcuffs descended from each of her nipples. She had collar matching gold bracelets on each wrist. She had a belly button piercing with miniature gold handcuff's suspended from it. Chantelle had a labial piercing with three dangling medallions which chimed as she walked like a wind chime. There was writing on one I couldn't re

-I would tell you that you would choose the most expensive one, but a few moments ago they just took it go, an oval diamond with pink sparkles, a white gold band, and this one was twenty-two carats, purity, and design, unique. -I don't like pink. Did you design that one too? -Christine asked, plopping down in her leather chair. -No, that one was designed by my mother, and it was the most expensive one we've had since she founded the jewelry store. -Lucky of future owner of that ring..." Christine mumbled between her teeth, a little distracted. -When you have a wedding date, you have to invite me. -Christine smiled excitedly. -I can't believe you always tied Björn up, by the way...

she bit her lower lip turning the atmosphere to something flirty and I loved it. We looked at each other and I was about to drag her upstairs in a room, forgetting that Christina was standing still in front of us. "I see. I'm so happy for you two” Chisrtina made er presence visible again. “And what do you do?” Lena asked her. “I do modeling. I’ll walk for Calvin Klain the next weekend for his swimwear line” she replied proudly. “You must be very stressed” “Why you say that?” “I hear that food deprivation can be stressful” Lena blew her off with a smile and I really wanted to laugh but remained polite. Christina wasn’t my problem; my problem was walking towards us.

I packed up all of my displaced jewelry and put them back in the box, before rising and making my way to Christina's room. It was surprisingly opened, making my life easier, and I headed straight for her jewelry box I found sitting cozily on her vanity table. For a woman who seemed to not care about pack matters, her brooch sat on top of all her other jewelry as though she had recently used it and kept it back. "I'm sorry Christina." I whispered as I picked up the little precious thing, "I'm so very sorry." I said and placed the brooch in my pocket, before rising.