Enhypen Paper Rings Novels & Stories

Reina said. “Reina, are you forgetting this?” Aubrey pointed at the ring on her finger. The ring shone blue rays, making Beta Dagon curious as she stared at it. “It's just a formality dear one,” Reina said. “I love your ring Aubrey, seems expensive,” Alpha Angelo said. “Thank you. Don't mind Reina, she likes bluffing,” Aubrey apologized. “No, actually she is right,” Angelo said. “It was a pleasure meeting you once again. I hope you won't get lost after PROM,” Aubrey said shyly as she opened the door, ready to sit in the car.

I turned to the auctioneer and pointed straight at the Eternal Star ring in the display case. "I want to activate the automatic bidding system. Whatever she offers, I'll pay double," I said. The auctioneer shot Sofia a nervous glance and said carefully, "Miss, our automatic bidding service is reserved for clients with VIP cards." Sofia gave a sharp little snort. She reached into her clutch, pulled out a gold VIP card, and slapped it onto the podium. "I spend seven figures a year here. And you? How exactly do you compare to me?" I drew in a slow breath, took out a plain black card with no logo, and placed it beside hers. "Unlimited credit black card. Is that sufficient? Open the VIP account a

"Oh, the sacrifices I make for love." I thought about the next time I meet my father, I dreamt about it even. I thought I'd yell at him, cry, have a panic attack, forget how to breathe, let him walk all over me again, or worse, let him make me feel as if I'm not enough. But coming back home and singing to Paper Rings wasn't one of those scenarios. The scars of my past still lingered, but with her, they felt less daunting, less defining. Her fingers intertwine with mine, and she rests her head against my chest, the rise and fall of her breath in perfect harmony with mine.

At the same time, Paper Ring by Taylor Swift started playing in the background. [I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh-huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh-huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want] It took me a couple of minutes, but with the help of Alpha, I too managed to make a paper ring, and I happily slipped it onto his finger.

Seeing the stubborn yet desolate look in my eyes, he finally released me. I wiped away my useless tears and turned to leave. But after just a few steps, I heard Ella's wounded voice call out. "Wait. Give me the ring on your finger." I stopped in my tracks, my gaze involuntarily drawn to the ring on my finger. This was a Hartley family heirloom Lance gave me after I took that knife for him. Back then, I lay in the ER, covered in blood. Even the doctors said there was no hope for me. Lance pushed past everyone into the ER, fell to his knees in front of me, and cried out my name.

Put the pen down gently. And I wrote: We began with paper. We ended with something real. Still. Always. Ours. ⸻ THE END ⸻

I flung the stack of papers onto my desk just as the jarring rhythm of my ringtone started echoing in my quiet office I fished the flashing phone out from under some papers and glanced at the caller ID. Seth. What did he want with me at this hour? After abandoning me with a fuckload of paperwork to go clubbing I angrily swiped the answer button and barked out “what do you want you asshole?!” Loud thumping music throbbed in my ear and I winced slightly, this fucker was really clubbing while I slaved away. That made me even more livid.