Cincin Berlian Hitam Pria Novels & Stories

He reached out to open the box, taking out the exquisite bracelet from inside, holding her right hand, and putting it on her slender and fair hand. The pink diamond, combined with Perkin's jade like skin, was extremely beautiful. He looked at it with satisfaction, then ordered in a domineering tone, "Without my order, no one is allowed to take it off." If Cynthia's heart did not feel anything, it would be impossible to do so, especially when he seriously lowered his head to button her neck. Under her straight sword brows, a serious expression immediately caused her heart to throb. She could clearly hear the sound of her heart beating faster.

I was not crying. I was very specifically not crying, which was its own kind of crying. He reached into his coat pocket. He produced a ring. Silver. Old. Not the Luna suite jewelry of someone who had been performing a role, not anything that carried the weight of the Blackwood pack's associations. A northern piece, with the specific, worn quality of something that had been in a family for long enough that the family had become the thing it was most associated with.