Elden Ring Untouchable Novels & Stories

No identification. Strange! Tearing through the wrapping, I found another, smaller box inside. A ring box. Snapping it open, a familiar pink diamond glistened. Elara’s ring. The same ring I gave her. My chest tightened. I’ve been trying to reach her in every way possible, but she’s ignored every call, text, and email. But I can’t even blame her, what she saw that day at the obsidian… right after I told her I wanted us to work things out… yeah even I would be mad.

“Fine, bad example. But still—Lucien’s a safe bet. Charming. Predictable. Boring.” “You just said he dances like a violin.” “Exactly,” she said with a sigh. “Pretty, polished, and utterly forgettable.” I shook my head, trying to focus again on the page, but Ingrid wasn’t done. “Option Two,” she continued, lowering her voice like we were about to discuss a state secret, “is Elias Crane.” I blinked. “Wait, the one with the raven tattoo?” Ingrid’s smile turned sly. “The very same. Rumor has it he once hexed a professor’s pocket watch so it screamed in Latin.”

Her voice trembled as she described it, but my pulse only hammered harder. When she faltered, I stepped closer, murmuring, “Go on.” She shook her head. “That’s all I..” “Elara,” Thorne said gently. “Think. Anything else? Any detail you can hold onto?” Her brows furrowed, lips parting as though she were pulling the memory out piece by piece. Then, finally, her eyes widened. “There was a ring,” she whispered. “The calm woman kept touching it as she spoke. It looked… strange. Like a wolf eating its own tail, the way it wrapped around her finger.”

‎ ‎Evelyn stared at him, stunned but he gestured her to check it out. ‎ ‎She turned the ring slightly, checking out the engraving in it. ‎ ‎AE ‎ ‎"It's really beautiful. But Alex..." she trailed off, her voice low. "This ring must be really expensive." ‎ ‎Alex smiled, and sneaked his hand around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. "You deserve the best, Eve. The most important is for you to like it." ‎ ‎For a moment, Evelyn locked gaze with him, lost in those beautiful ocean deep eyes of his.

She placed the cufflinks outside the door and penned a simple note, thanking the Duke for everything. Elen was getting ready to turn in for the night when she realized that she still needed to have a conversation with Cain. As she pondered her next steps, she found herself waiting for a while, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, to her surprise, a butterfly appeared in her room, and she noticed a two thank-you message scrawled on the ceiling. It was from Elliot Powers. Elen couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and a faint smile formed as she was touched by the unexpected gesture.

She was having teary eyes already. I went down on one of my knees as I opened the box, bringing out the golden ring I had bought few days back. I guess it was time that I proposed, voice out my feelings. "Will you marry me Lucinda Orlok??" Trenton's Bar. Layzal Claudius. {Snarls} "How possible could this be??" He cursed as he fumed in rage. His face turned red as he looked at Elisabeta. "Can someone explain to me what happened to the CCTV footage??" He growled.

Quickly, she turned around to find out if one of the working maids would probably know her whereabouts, or anywhere she could probably be. Ellen, who was walking towards the living room just at the time, noticed the parcel that the head maid was carrying, and inquired as to what it was about and to whom it belonged to. "Mum, can you believe this?! This is the limited edition dress, diamond stiletto and million carat necklace that sold out today in less than two hours. Mother, can you see this? Dalton sent this to that bitch. He fucking sent to her, this luxurious items that I am dying to own. I am going to kill that golddigger!" Ellen shot up in mad rage, as she restlessly examined the gorge

Her fingers brushed against cold metal. She picked it up. It was an earring. A long, cascading drop of platinum and diamonds. It caught the light from the hallway, sparkling with a cruel, expensive fire. Vespera stared at it. It wasn't hers. She didn't own diamonds. Her wedding ring was a plain band because Lysander said jewelry was a "frivolous expense." She knew this earring. She had seen it swinging from a lobe just ten minutes ago. Elara.

But for Elara, it felt like walking into a cage filled with hungry predators. She stood in the dressing room, staring at her reflection in the large mirror. She wore a gown of liquid gold that draped over her body like molten metal. The dress was beautiful, but it was also a piece of armor. She was not just an architect tonight; she was the face of the Thorne future. The emerald-cut diamond ring sat heavy on her left hand. She knew now that the ring was more than jewelry. It was a key to the Thorne empire, and it felt like it was growing heavier with every passing second.

"No one’s going to bite." Ana inhaled deeply and stepped forward, she could see past clusters of men in tailored suits, their gazes lingering as she walked by. She kept her chin up, reminding herself she was in control. And then she saw him. Throne Lancaster. A man who commanded the entire room without uttering a single word. A very wealthy man, everyone knew who he was, Throne Lancaster. She had only seen him on T.V shows, in different interviews on his company. Even she knew his name. CEO of Majesties, a billion-dollar luxury brand specializing in high-end footwear. Ruthless in business. Cold, calculating, and dangerously attractive.