Give Us The Ring My Precious Novels & Stories

When he bought me a silver ring with my name, Lucinda, etched inside the band for our one month anniversary, I promise him that I'd never take it off and I kept my promise. Maybe it was his rare emerald eyes hooded by thick lashes or maybe it was the way his dimples sank when he smiled or laughed. Whatever it was, I was smitten from the moment I set my eyes on him and have been besotted ever since. That day, Precious arrived my house with her bikini in her handbag, it was a Sunday and that meant we hang out at the swimming pool in any hotel we wish to until sunset. I had already picked out my red bikini then Lily barged into my room. Precious glared at her, she was not really fond of my baby

He declares his intention to God above and the creatures on the Earth. "Yi." Yes. He opens the folded cloth to reveal a small ring inside. I try to steady my breathing so I won't pass out before I'm given the ring. The cold metal stings me as he slips it onto my finger. It's a perfect fit. The oval shaped onyx stares at me from its platinum setting. "Thank you." The words come out choked and cracked. "You deserve the finest." He pulls me into another embrace, tighter than the first. I hug him back with all my might.

All I knew was that I couldn’t look away from this man in front of me as he beared his soul to me and asked me for the one thing I never imagined I’d be able to give. He slowly opened the box, revealing the most beautiful princess-cut ring I’d ever seen in my life. The diamond glittered up at me, beckoning me, promising me the future. “So whenever you’re ready, Gina MCcartney, will you marry me?”

Baffled, I took what was inside the cup. It was a ring, an old vintage-style ring with diamond and Sapphire rocks. I was speechless. It was too beautiful. “Do you like it?” Vladimir suddenly asked. I stared at the ring and then back at him. The ring was perfect. “It’s perfect…” I whisper. “You know it’s a Trillion Achelois Ring, it belongs to my mother, and now I’m giving it to you,” Vladimir said, holding my hand.

For the girl who has everything, they used funds pilfered out of a certain corrupt politician’s dummy holdings in the Bahamas and bought her… The One Ring. The ring is gold stainless steel embossed with elvish runes. When the runes glow in the dark, the ring looks like it had indeed been forged in the fires of Mount Doom. Ecto has also done his trademark sleuthing to ensure the perfect fit around Grace’s finger. The gift is probably too perfect though because, after receiving it, Grace keeps saying “My precious…” while admiring with bulging eyes the ring’s shiny surface.

My eyes widened, tears welling up, blurring the edges of the glittering room. “So,” he continued, his gaze unwavering, full of a love that mirrored my own, “will you do me the honor of being mine? Forever?” He opened the box, revealing a simple, elegant ring, its diamond catching the light and sparkling like a tiny captured star. The world around us seemed to fade away, the music, the chatter, the cheering crowd – it all became a distant hum. All I could see were his eyes, brimming with love and anticipation, and the symbol of our future, held out to me.

“I can take care of him myself. Thank you so much.” “What… what do you want? I will give you anything. Anything you ask for,” pleaded Vittore. “I want Auction Ring,” said Renata/Afanasiia. “Yes, yes, I will give you an auction ring. I will make you, so money from the auction ring that you won’t be able to count. You can sleep on money, eat on money, walk on money. I will give you the auction ring, anything,” Vittore didn’t waste any time and promised her the auction ring.

I have to take care of my shit. “Show me your ring.” I raise my voice over the continuous chatter of the crowd. Diana beams at me and holds her hand up. The ring was exquisite, a single huge solitaire with the tiny diamonds on the either side of it. It cries royalty. “It’s beautiful.” All I could mutter. She nods in delight and reaching over, tangle her hand with August’s. he turns to look at her and kissed behind her ear not before saying something incoherently, only for her to hear.

Quickly rummaging through my bag, I retrieved a small, crimson box, its smooth surface cool against my fingertips. Opening it flooded me with memories and emotions as I laid eyes on the exquisite ring nestled inside. Its delicate design sparkled in the soft bathroom light, a testament to Marius's thoughtfulness and the deepening bond between us. The moment lingered, filled with a sense of peace and gratitude, as I traced the ring's contours with a gentle touch, thankful for the love and understanding that had grown between us.

This overbearing chisme from these low-life gossipmongers. “Something’s missing…” I said sternly and loudly as possible as I continue to examine my reflection. These assistants never really knew how to be tact. The head stylist hurriedly went back to my stead. “Could it be that you are not wearing any rings tonight, Madam?” I stared at my empty gloves. “Well, Sir Carlos had just prepared this beautiful ring that would best accentuate your beauty…” Ah! The ring… how could I forget? “I give you this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness… for better or for worse, for richer and poorer. ‘Til death do us part…”