Cincin Dalam Kotak Love Novels & Stories

He just stares at me wide eyed with his mouth open. “You better close your mouth or you’ll catch flies baby.” I wink at him. He snaps his mouth closed and smirks. I don’t understand why he’s smirking until I almost buckle at the knees at the vibrations hitting my clit. “Oh fuck.” I whisper moan. He just smiles and offers me his arm after shutting it off. “Better be careful, my love. I hold the remote.” He winks as we walk out of the room.

Agatha reminds her. Nonna Julia stands up and slowly walks to a bookshelf on the corner of the room to grab a little box. Stefan stretches his neck to see what his grandmother has between her hands. I patiently wait for her to walk back to me and hand me the little black box. I open it with curiosity and find a golden locket engraved with the words L’amore vince tutto. Love conquers everything. “It was mine, my husband gave it to me on the day of our wedding. Stefan loved it so much when he was a boy and made me promise that I would give it to his wife one day, so now it’s yours.” Nonna Julia explains to me.

he said as he placed his arms around her waist and brought her in for a kiss. She smelt of the clive christian no. 1 imperial majesty perfume he'd gotten for her. It had cost a fortune but she was worth the world. Mer fell into a world of rainbows, sunshine, flowers, butterflies and variegated unicorns as he left her. After a few seconds, he was out of sight and Mer slid back into Care Bare through the translucent doors. She had an unfinished business. She looked around, her eyes were searching for someone. Patient, no. Patient, no. Pati... Ha ha!

She took another sip of her wine without a trace with her eyes fixed on Ahmed without even blinking. "When I give you an opportunity you shouldn't just pass it up. If you talk to me frankly, maybe you don't have to bother setting up a special agenda every time you try to take advantage to touch me. I admit, something between us is indeed very abstract and not worth mentioning as love?! That's bullshit for us. Because if there’s any love between us, then you won't have spent your night with a stupid sluts while there was still something between us,"—she put the crystal glass on the table and leaned slightly—"no need to be surprised like this. Do you have defence words?"

My eyes widened, tears welling up, blurring the edges of the glittering room. “So,” he continued, his gaze unwavering, full of a love that mirrored my own, “will you do me the honor of being mine? Forever?” He opened the box, revealing a simple, elegant ring, its diamond catching the light and sparkling like a tiny captured star. The world around us seemed to fade away, the music, the chatter, the cheering crowd – it all became a distant hum. All I could see were his eyes, brimming with love and anticipation, and the symbol of our future, held out to me.

“Cruel.” Then I pulled out a small box and handed it to him. Tucked inside were two black bracelets. His had a tiny E engraved. Mine, an L. “For when we’re apart,” I whispered. He stared at them like they were worth more than his entire empire. “That’s one hell of a way to say ‘I love you,’ Emily.” He gently tucked a loose strand behind my ear. “Say it again.” “I love you.” He kissed me. “I love you.” His lips found my neck.

I pulled out the drawer of the cabinet next to my bed and found a blue velvet box emblazoned with four words—A Love Of Eternity. I opened it and found a ring that resembled a daisy—several smaller diamonds encircled the hexagonal centerpiece. It was simple and elegant. Under the light, it shone brightly. I took out the ring and put it on my middle finger. It was just the right size! Underneath it was an oval-shaped card. Written in beautiful, cursive words, it read, "To Luna, My One And Only." On this wintry night, I sat in a corner of the bed surrounded by pillows in my pajamas, and I kissed the ring on my finger again and again. I missed Colin so much.

When she opened it, she froze. Sitting neatly on the top shelf was a small black box, tied with a golden ribbon. Beside it lay a folded note her name written in clean, elegant handwriting she recognized immediately. Her heartbeat picked up. Slowly, she unfolded the note. > You didn’t seem to enjoy the dance last night, but I did. Consider this a peace offering. X.S. Inside the box was a delicate silver bracelet, simple but beautiful with a tiny charm shaped like a music note. For a long moment, Cynthia just stared at it, unsure whether to smile, frown, or throw it back in his face. Then, despite herself, she smiled faintly.

I dry my eyes and continue going through the contents of the box. Amid the old papers and photographs, I come across a small, velvet-covered box. My hands tremble as I open it. Inside, nestled against the fabric, are our wedding rings. Mine is slightly tarnished from years of wear, while Sofia’s remains pristine. Seeing them together like this, the symbol of our love, brings back a flood of memories.

The groups makes their way to the limousines Colton pulls me to the side and hands me a box and says happy birthday with a kiss on the cheek. “I love you faith you will always have a piece of my heart” I open the box to find a gold necklace with half a heart I look back up at Colton trying so hard to keep the tears at bay when he pulls a necklace out of his shirt and it’s the other piece to the heart.