Emily Blunt Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

I remained silent and took off my own ring, casually tossing it onto the bedside table. At home, Nathan's ring finger had always been empty. Now, a ring was tightly wrapped around it. The baby slept peacefully in the cradle beside me, her features bearing a clear resemblance to Nathan. As she turned over, an emerald pendant slipped from her neck. The emerald was lustrous, its value instantly apparent. It was the same emerald that had been our wedding gift—a lucky token meant to bless our marriage. It had since been made into a simple emerald pendant worn by Nathan's daughter.

She decided to leave it for another day. “So why did you initially find time to come here?” Violetta smiled. “The wedding.” Evelyn raised a brow. “I wanted to speak to you personally.” “About the wedding? Me?” “Yes.” Violetta held up her hand, and the ring caught the light. Evelyn's eyes fell on it. “Nice ring.” “Thank you”, Violetta smiled. Evelyn looked at the ring for another second. “That's an E.M. special.” Violetta's smile almost disappeared.

"I thought you'd be happy to have a piece of your mother with you, and you could pass it down to our kids later… if you wanted." I nodded, sniffling as he took the ring and gently slipped on my finger. I reached up to him and pulled him close, giving him a kiss that would help him understand what words I was failing to say. The next few weeks Morina and I helped each other plan our weddings. I helped as much as I could in between my lessons and we shared many moments where all we could do was talk about our rings. Hers was a twist of copper and silver like mine, but the two stones in the middle were an amethyst and a soft pink quartz. There were only white diamonds around the rest of it and

My personal effects. I unzipped the bag. Inside were perfectly folded silk blouses, a cashmere coat, and a small, velvet jewelry box. I opened the box. Resting on the black satin cushion wasn't a necklace or a pair of earrings. It was a heavy, platinum band set with a flawless, three-carat emerald-cut diamond. A wedding ring. My brow furrowed. I lifted my left hand, staring down at my bare ring finger. There, perfectly matching the shape of the band, was a faint, pale tan line embedded into my skin. I had worn that ring every day.

Not now. She stared at him for a few seconds, her chest tightening with an emotion she couldn’t name. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Denovon stepped aside, giving her room to walk forward. “I can’t have my wife walking around with an empty hand,” he said simply. Emily swallowed. She turned slowly and faced the display. There were rows of rare rings — sparkling diamonds, soft platinum, vintage gold bands with carved symbols, stones she couldn’t even name. All of them breathtaking.

" I have to use my King's Power to interrupt Findlay's grumbling and order him to act. Shortly after cutting off the mindlink, Findlay arrives with his men. After everything is restored to its original state, I drive off toward the Seven Seasons Hotel. Violet's POV After breakfast, I hurry to the hotel. In the changing room, while I am changing into my work clothes, Emily notices the ring on my left hand. She asks, "What's this?! It was not on your finger yesterday." "It's the wedding ring my mate gave me," I say sweetly. "He's really romantic," Emily exclaims. But Lola, who is also changing her clothes, sneers. "Romantic my ass. It's poverty." Lola rolls her eyes, "Look at you poor dogs, sh

“Hello, Emily. Please come in.” Quickly, I scrub my face of my tears and smile. King Harvey’s parents watch the switch of my emotions sadly. “Look!” Emily screams as she runs in, placing her left hand in my face, with a massive shimmering diamond protruding out of her ring finger. “Look what Beta Tom gave me!” “When is the wedding?!” I automatically revive at the smile on her face and I stand up to hug her as tightly as I can. “Very very soon, he needs to ask King Harvey for time off. I am getting married!!”

Emlyn shot her disgusted look and held her hand, moving the pad of her first finger on the fat diamonds. " What do you expect? They should prank when they turn fifty. Now stop exasperated. I'm going to get married. We're going to leave separately. I don't even know. Am I staying in New York and Sicily after the wedding? " she said. " And this ring? " Emlyn asked, looking down at it, her finger was still caressing it. " Alessandro has recently put it in when I was alone with him in his car. " She whispered.

The initial shock of Sebastian's command—that I was now his fiancée—wore off rapidly, replaced by a cold, desperate clarity. The ring, a monstrous 10-carat emerald cut, felt heavy and alien on my finger, a physical manifestation of the colossal lie we had just broadcast to the world.

"Oh my gosh, did we get married again?" Emilia squeaked, raising her hand to inspect her finger while the other covered her mouth. She'd come back with bare hands and thanks to his possessiveness, he had bought her another ring. If she insisted on calling herself Mrs. Carter, it was only right she wore a wedding ring. Max had been wondering when to give it to her and how to make her wear it without getting on her bad side. Luckily, she'd given him an opening and he'd be a fool not to take it. He still couldn't believe she'd suggested they renew their vows. Granted, she'd been trying to stick it to Lisandra but he wasn't complaining.