Christina Piercing Rings Novels & Stories

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.

Surrender – delicate body chains tracing collarbones and hips. 4. Defiance – dagger-shaped earrings dripping molten gold. 5. Longing – a thin necklace with a single suspended diamond, barely touching skin. 6. Fury – a heavy cuff engraved with fractured lines. 7..Devotion – intertwined rings that locked together. 8. Loss – a broken-circle bracelet. 9. Temptation – asymmetrical ear cuffs crawling upward. 10. Chaos – a sculpted neckpiece exploding outward. 11. Memory – a locket designed to look permanently sealed.

Easily the best booth in the house. Chris and Crystal sit hand in hand on the soft velvet seating. I scoot in beside Crystal and Stella follows, obviously wanting what I want. "Show me your ring" I ask for both Stella and I. Stella nods in acquiescence. Crystal grins and holds out her hand. The ring is exquisite, a single solitaire in a fine, elaborate claw with diamonds on either side. "It's beautiful" I tell her. "It's stunning" Stella says. Crystal nods in delight "It's not as beautiful as yours though"

She needed to turn off the notifications for all her social apps. The phone pinged again, and this time she sighed, entered the water, got out of the pool, and grabbed her phone. “Ugh, what is it?” She groaned to herself. She opened it and was met with a series of notifications Christa posted and tagged you, over and over. She groaned to herself, already expecting something completely unnecessary and that was none of her business. She clicked on the most recent notification and her phone screen displayed a hand, a slender hand with manicured nails and a glittering diamond ring.

Jax explained. “Wow. That’s pretty sweet man.” Ross said while he looked at bracelets. “And Molly said I’m not romantic.” Jax quipped. “Well you didn’t think to get her flowers tonight so she’s kind of right.” I joked as I made my way to the necklaces. I was looking over them when I saw one I knew I need to get Chastity. I didn’t know if she would ever wear it, or if she even ever wore jewelry, but she still needed it. It had an outline of a wolf howling inside of the outline of a heart. It was white gold, and on a white gold chain. It wasn’t too big, and the chain was thin, but looked sturdy.

I looked to my right to see my other best friend, Christina Valentine. Christina Valentine has dirty blonde hair, longer than Linda's hair. She has bright blue eyes and perfect skin. She is sweet, nice, funny, and loyal. She loves books a lot. Seriously, when someone drops her favorite book, she'll punch you, and let me tell you that her punch hurts like hell. Every Friday night, she goes out and takes boxing sessions and self-defense practices. And did I mention that she is the pack trainer? "Christina!" I said then hugged her.

"Would you like me to box up your selections?" I looked down at the ring on my finger, the necklace and earrings still displayed on the counter. Preston's black card sat beside them, a physical reminder that someone actually thought I was worth investing in. "Yes," I said. "All of it." Salesperson nodded, efficiently gathering the pieces. I could hear Madison's voice still carrying from across the room, talking loudly about how Pierce was going to buy her a matching set. I removed the ring , handing it back to Salesperson along with the earrings I'd been trying on.

Cristofer's face turned livid with rage, and his voice rose, “My standard for choosing a wife is my personal affairs. Miss Miller, you have no right to judge me and tell me what to do.” “Who wants to judge you? If it weren’t for Estelle, I wouldn’t even have bothered to look at you,” Rebecca glared as she rolled her eyes at Cristofer. Then she asked loudly, “Where are my rings?” “Here they are,” The saleswoman held a piece of red velvet on which was a small square dark blue box with cupped hands and carefully put it in front of them. “Ladies, this is the new couple ring designed by our designer.”

Dad asks, without a hint of sarcasm or irony. "Uh... no. I don't mind." I stutter, as I watch Christina pull back on the oar-type handles, pushing her long, shapely legs straight out towards me. Her tits, rippling on her chest as she leans back, are not what I expected either. They are firm, round and obviously enhanced, but they are not the large, oversized ones, like you see in magazines. They seem to be the perfect size for her body and her thick nipples jut straight out from her medium-sized areolas. I continue to stare, as she leans up, pushing the handles forward and bringing her knees up towards her chest.

"Hmmm... Now that I tell it that way, I realized that I'm extremely amazing, aren't i?" "So how about it, Kristina? Are you willing to be my woman from now on?" Tristan ended his words with this question. He could see that the young girl had almost decided by now. 'A few more seconds and she's gonna give in.' Tristan smiled and busied himself by looking at the handmade necklace in Kristina's possession. They were composed of fangs from wild animals and the barbarity that the jewelry embodied drew a resonant contrast to the uniqueness of the woman that owned it.