Give Us The Ring My Precious Novels & Stories

A familiar box sat beside my plate. "Open it," he urged, eyes bright with pride. Inside lay the Heart of the Storm ring, its enchanted moonstone gleaming. "I couldn't let anyone else have it," he explained, lifting it from the box. "Paid ten million over the asking price to make sure of it." He took my hand, sliding the ring back onto my finger. Immediately, I felt its healing magic pulse through my veins, fighting against the curse's darkness. "There," he said softly. "Where it belongs. You need this ring, my love. It keeps you strong."

mother simply didnt want her precious son out there away from her. her boss was demanding. She ended up giving up and handing the phone to her son. She simply want her precious son out there away from her after his father’s funeral.Yasmin simply refused to leave fearing her father who had arranged the groom and his parents come for a meeting. She suggested maybe she could speak to him on the phone but her boss was demanding. She ended up giving up And handing the phone to her son. Yasmin spoke to him for what seemed like 30 minutes while her sisters listened in on the conversation. As usual a resentful Nadia struggled to understand watching her sister trying to calm her enflamed

Jada jerked her fingers back, shocked by his familiarity with her. “I have a gift for you, Jada,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small black box. He opened it to reveal a stunning white sapphire circle flanked by four marquee diamonds in a white gold setting like vines. She stared at the ring with awe, but then pushed it gently away. “You don’t have to do this, Mr. DeRoya,” she said, dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap that were now feeling damp.

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.

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

Not sure if you know this But when we first met I got so nervous I couldn't speak In that very moment I found the one and My life had found its missing piece So as long as I live I'll love you Will have and hold you You look so beautiful in white And from now to my very last breath This day I'll cherish You look so beautiful in white Tonight What we have is timeless My love is endless And with this ring I say to the world You're my every reason You're all that I believe in

Author’s POV Amber gasped loudly in shock, eyes widening as Daniel’s words sank in. “How… how can you even say something like that?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m not selling my engagement ring. This ring is priceless, it’s a symbol of mine and Mason’s love. It’s the only thing I have left of him right now.” She pressed her ring finger protectively to her chest, clutching it like a lifeline. “If you want money to chase your dreams, why don’t you just work for it? Why do you always think taking something from me is the answer?”

A lilac diamond-encrusted ring caught my eye. I'll take this ring, I said to the man in the shop. " Sir, that's a limited edition ring and it's worth quite a billion, are you sure you're taking this?" " Don't get on my nerves and just bring out the ring." He shut his mouth and walked to the ring, turning off the alarm and then opening the lock with his fingerprint. " So much for a diamond-encrusted ring," I said to him. " How are you going to pay sir"

Loud enough for him to hear it. My movements are slow. Intentional. I lift my left hand, letting the light catch on the ring now adorning it—sharp, golden, and impossible to miss. A murmur builds around us, the air thick with unease. “I’ve found someone,” I say clearly, voice ringing over the music that now feels far too soft for the tension in the room. “Someone who actually values me. Who won’t throw me aside at the first tear from a pretty blonde stranger.”

"And I'll make her watch." I step back and exit, leaving nothing but quiet in my wake. I pull out the small velvet box I always have with me in the car. A ring. I had it made to order from stones dug out of the wreckage of a failed mine in Russia. Death and beauty, together. Much like hers. I stare at it. "Later," I whisper. "You'll see. You'll all see." And I laugh once more while the city shudders in terror.