Double Dyed Hope Piercing Novels & Stories

On Brielle’s left hand is the stunning engagement ring that Hope loaned to us. “From what I hear that place is ritzy, and you can’t go there and pretend to be engaged without some sort of fabulous ring,” Hope pointed out before she slid her own rings off and handed over her two-carat solitaire. “So here you go. Just take care of it. Jason will have my ass if something happens to that thing.” I immediately made a mental note to ask Hope later about the ring size when I noticed it fit perfectly on Brielle’s finger. Brielle

I carefully set the dress aside, making sure that it doesn’t snag on anything. I open the smaller box and find a necklace and matching earrings. The dangle earrings have an emerald cut emerald surrounded by what looks like yellow diamonds. The necklace has the same pendant on a white gold chain. I hope they are fake. If they aren’t, I can’t even imagine how much it would cost.

I answered the phone call. "K-kuya.." Nalukot ang noo ko ng marinig siyang umiiyak. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" "Tita Gizel is gone. H-hope's mother is dead Kuya and Gideon's accusing Hope for stealing the Mañejas heirloom necklace." I stop and put the phone on the other side of my ear. "What?! Anong nangyari? Where's Hope?" I loosen my tie and get my luggage inside the closet, ready to go back in the Philippines.

” “yeah?” “Well I saw your tattoo.” His eyes darken. “What does hope mean?” “Hope, a noun, a feeling of expectation and desire for a particular thing to happen.” he says bluntly. I give him a look. “You know what i mean Dalon.. Why did you put it?” “Because i wanted to.” “Are you serious right now?! You are impossible!” “thanks i get that alot.” he says winking. I huff and cross my arms, he is so hard to understand sometimes.”Don’t worry Sum I’ll tell you when its the right time.” i nod abruptly

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

, Harold who was remarkably quiet during the previous biddings, has finally spoken. “Who? Where is he?” "It seems he knows you, Natalie. He has been staring at us this whole time. I might as well think that he’s been throwing daggers at me.” I looked at the man that Harold had mentioned. He does seem familiar… “And now, behold!” “The last item for tonight. One of the world’s eleven most famous necklaces, expertly crafted by the famous jewelsmith James Curren, the “Red Scarlet”!” It’s finally here. I better place my bid well-

"Yes, Alpha. Her arm is better. In a week or two, she'll be able to take off the cast. But she must leave it on for the wedding tonight." Dylan hummed. "Alright. Could you give us a minute?" "Oh, absolutely." Hope nodded and lifted her bag. "I'll see you later, Scarlett." Scarlett smiled at her. "Bye, Hope." Dylan noticed how her smile dropped the moment Hope left. It was starting to bother him that she didn't find him worthy enough to smile at. "What do you want?" She asked. He raised his brows in mock surprise. "Are you telling me I have no right to be here?"

Gold. "Can I use this?" Hope asked, pointing with the knife. Aurora looked at the chain. It was a bracelet she had broken years ago, during the siege. "Yes," Aurora said. "Use it." Hope took the gold. She dipped it in the resin. She placed it in the center of the board, right where the iron scar met the blue wash. She pressed it down. The gold gleamed against the black iron. It looked fragile. It looked like it didn't belong there.

A dance I haven't done for a very long time now. I've never shared my dance with anyone, its something so personal, so intimate that I never had the courage. I wore no makeup, nothing to mask the woman I was or hide the woman I have become. My ears held small Amethyst studs, my favorite color and my favorite stone. Little gems that matched the Amethyst dragonfly piercing my belly button. My hair was long and free, flowing over my shoulders and along my back, curls going every which way. I walked a little further, before I found my place, something inside me, telling me to stop.

‘Just apply some anti-inflammatory cream for me, that’ll do. ‘Alright.’ Wendy sighed, retrieving a tube of cream from the medicinal cabinet and applying it to his wound. Callie might be the one lying in a hospital bed right now, but she wasn’t the only one hurting. *** Dylan pulled a red velvet box from his pocket, revealing a pair of pink pearl earrings. Originally intended as a gift for Harriet, he found himself making a detour to Mindy’s dorm. A knock on the door, which swung open to reveal Mindy’s smiling face. ‘Dylan! I was just thinking about you. What’s this?’