Christina Piercing Rings Novels & Stories

Christian pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. “So I got you something.” “You got me a whole birthday party.” “This is different.” I opened the box and gasped. A necklace—a silver chain with a moonstone pendant that seemed to glow from within. The stone was surrounded by smaller gems in a pattern that looked like… Shadow Ridge's wolf symbol. “Christian, this is—”

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

the manager said as she was sure that Seraphina wouldn't be able to pick an expensive ring and so what if she did she would just cover it up and the boss would never find out after all they have many copies of various rings in the store " If you say so " Seraphina said smiling but Carly refused to leave as she also wanted to see the ring that Seraphina would pick and it wasn't just her because most of the other women in the store tagged along , they walked around the store with Seraphina looking through all the rings and finally something caught her eye , it was a red shield diamond , one of the most expensive ones in the world , it had one two carat stone and two smaller ones of 1 carat bes

But he couldn’t betray me like this… could he? Christine lifted her hand with a satisfied smile, the diamond ring catching the light like it was born to command attention. My eyes locked on it instantly—an explosion of brilliance sitting on Christine’s finger. It was a masterpiece—a cushion-cut blue diamond haloed in pink, encircled by pear-shaped white diamonds like radiant petals, set on a platinum band dusted with pavé stones that glittered with every flick of her hand. And it wasn’t the engagement ring Xavier had given her. “Why did Sebastian give me this engagement ring if he’s in love with you?” Christine said, twisting the blade in my stomach.

The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric. The third is a slim gold chain that runs between the clamps, dipping low across her sternum like a necklace no one else can see unless the dress shifts just right. The fourth is thicker, heavier: a gold ring piercing her clit hood, freshly done this afternoon in a private clinic Victor owns. The barbell is short but the ring hangs below it, brushing her swollen nub with every step, sending electric jolts straight up her spine. The fifth and final ring is the largest: a wide, polished gold ba

Charles turned back to look at her and asked: “You need anything else?” Christina seemed to hesitate for a while, but then suddenly took well-wrapped silk from one of her prison gown pockets and handed it to Charles. “This jade bracelet was handed down to me by my mother with good wishes for many children and grandchildren when I first married. I have been carrying it with me all these years, never leaving it from my sight, and it has brought me many good fortunes. Now, good fortunes are not as important to me anymore… You take it…” After hesitating for a long time, she added. “Give it to her, but don’t let her know it's from me!”

The sobs slowed. Settled into hitching breaths, then steady ones. Valtherion's hand moved in slow circles on my back, the kind of motion that was more instinct than thought. Christina was at the altar. She had something in her hands. "This belonged to your mother." She held it out. An amulet. Small, silver, hanging from a chain so fine it looked like spun moonlight. The pendant was a crescent moon cradled in a circle of shadow. The same symbol carved into the altar, the same intertwined design.

“Sit beside him. I want to discuss about your dress and everything. We don’t have much time so we have to hurry up and arrange it.” “The designer will come today, and the dress will be done.” “What ring you two want?”. “You can see the designs of the diamond.” “Take this magazine.” “Uh…” Christina was hesitant about it, before picking it up she looked at Robin’s face. Robin adverted his eyes away. “I have this collection, this will look good on you.” “Look at this ring.” “Son, it’ll look good on you.” “See it.” Robin gets up on his feet, not wanting to see it.

“Is that code for something? And why do you look like you are terrified about opening a gift?” “My friends are messing with me and unfortunately we have a hierarchy meaning Mina will cause a scene.” I look right at him then take a deep breath and spin the box to face me. The dark blue velvet is soft and expensive with gold lining the edges of the box and the hinge. I slowly pull it open with Tyler sitting shoulder to shoulder with me and I gasp. Sitting on a dark blue satin pillow is a gold metal choker necklace. The metal circlet sits open with a gold moon charm hanging from one end, complete with the two little stars sitting on the bottom tip. Hanging from the other end is a delicate go

Her eyes flashing with anger, Christina snapped back to her senses. "How manipulative of you, Jeremiah!" she said sharply. "You're always pretending to be so righteous, but you don't show it when you're upset, and now you're pulling this crap on me? Fine, if you want to break up, then let's break up!" With that, she hurled the ring box to the ground. She looked absolutely furious, as if I were the villain in this story, stirring up trouble for no reason. In the past, if I had seen her throwing the ring, I would've been absolutely heartbroken. Not only would I meekly pick it up, but I'd also grovel and beg her for forgiveness.