Emily Mariko Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

"The special." Marco winked. He disappeared into the kitchen. He came back a moment later carrying a cake. A small, dark chocolate cake. But there were no candles on it. There was a ring. It was sitting in the center, nestled in a bed of white icing. Aurora stared at it. It glittered in the candlelight. It wasn't a solitaire. It was a band. Platinum vines, woven together in a complex, unbreakable knot. Tiny blue sapphires caught the light like pieces of a storm sky. And running through it, veins of gold.

The night before my wedding, my fiancé, Dante, changed the engraving inside our rings from "Amor Aeternus" to "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. His missing adopted sister was on his mind, not his bride. So I took off my veil. "The wedding's off," I declared. "Isabella Rossi, do you take Dante Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part?"

Liam muttered, clearing her confusion. “A party?” “Yes, I want everyone to know that we are getting married. I don't want to hide anything about us again. I want a grand wedding as well, except you want something different,” Liam said, hoping that she didn't object to anything he had said. “I don't think an engagement party is necessary,” Emma said, shrugging her shoulders. “We will simply spend more money. I'm sure that this ring you purchased is expensive,” Emma looked at her finger and the ring had a small but beautiful diamond on it. She felt charmed just from staring at it.

He went on, "It's just an old ring. Next month, I'll have someone custom-make us a new pair from Frodale. They'll be ten times better than that antique. Behave, okay? I'll make sure to give you the best ring ever at our wedding." Emilio was always like this. He used the gentlest tone possible to wipe away every bit of hope I had for the future like it was nothing. I'd grown up an orphan. From the moment Emilio and I got together, the Gimondi family had disapproved of my background. It was Emilio who had stood against all that pressure and told me that as long as I waited for him, he would one day put the Gimondi family's ring on my finger. He would tell everyone that I was the rightful Donna

I showed her my favorite piece—a simple sketch of Leo asleep, his usually guarded expression peaceful, vulnerable in a way few ever witnessed. "Enough about me," I said, squeezing her hand. "What's been happening with you? How are things with Tiny?" Emma's cheeks flushed again as she twisted her fingers nervously in her lap. "Actually, that's partly why I was so eager to see you. I have news too." She extended her left hand, where a beautiful ring now adorned her finger—a hammered silver band with a single moonstone at its center, elegant and unique. "Tiny asked me to complete the mate bond with him," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "We're having a formal binding ceremony next month.

The only man standing beside her in the end would be him. That certainty settled heavily inside Marco’s chest, easing the tension in his shoulders little by little. Even though Hazel hadn't explicitly answered his declaration that night, Marco knew she wouldn't be able to escape him. To kill the boredom, he pulled a luxury airline magazine from the seat pocket in front of him. He flipped through the pages haphazardly until his eyes landed on a full-page advertisement for a renowned diamond jewelry brand. In the center of the glossy page, a ring set with an emerald-cut diamond reflected a perfect sparkle.

He put one hand on Erriene’s thigh, moving it up and down his skin, and Erriene only burrowed himself closer. Erriene was a lot better like this, docile. He liked it. Something had caught his eye and his smile turned into a grin when he saw the newly formed tattoo-like mark of a ring around Erriene’s ring finger and middle finger on his left hand. His ring. The one on the ring finger was a swirl of gold and silver intertwining each other and is the mark of their marriage, while the red and blue swirls around the middle finger was a mark of their strong bond which signifies that they had consummated their marriage.

ENZO MORETTI Emiliana stood at the door to our bedroom, her figure framed in the soft light. I glanced at her briefly, already guessing she was here to talk about lunch plans. “Where’s Isa?” I asked instead, pulling my shirt over my head in one quick motion. My voice was casual, but my mind was elsewhere. Emiliana leaned against the doorframe, her nails gripping the solid wood tightly. The raven ring gleamed on her middle finger, catching my eye. It was a small detail, but it stuck with me.

Ximena answered without moving, and in a second, she looked at Angelo to check if he was watching them. “It sounds terrifying.” Emily laughed. And she observed the place. “You can't imagine; it seems that now that I have a ghost friend who gave me the most beautiful chain, I'm going to wear it on my wedding day.” Ximena grabbed her by the hook and guided her inside the castle. “I can't believe they're getting married again; what a joy! I promise to be completely involved; this time everything has to be perfect.” Emily imagined herself putting off college and delegating her duties to the company.

“But it will come to us. We aren’t in a rush.” I looked at the ring sparkling in the light. It was a silver band, embedded with diamonds all around, but the main piece, an azul sapphire, sitting in the middle of the ring, surrounded by metal that looked like the branches of a vine. It looked so mystical and stood out so well. “That reminds me,” Emily said, dropping her hand. “When is Nathan going to…” Nicki nudged Emily hard and she fell silent, her face red as she glared at Nicki. My face fell and my stomach churned.