Godfather Pinky Ring Novels & Stories

Deeply irritating. As he slid the ring onto her finger, a glint of pink caught my attention. A very familiar shade of pink. I narrowed my eyes, leaning a bit forward to get a better look without making it obvious. And then my brain froze. That shape… that color… My eyes widened slightly as I leaned in again. No. There was no way. It couldn’t possibly be— I discreetly grabbed my phone, quickly typing in the name that had popped into my mind: Pink Star Diamond Ring.

The air in the Pink Diamond Bungalow’s command center was cool and hummed with the steady, rhythmic pulse of high-end servers. Oliver Reed stood before a holographic display, the blue light catching the intricate carvings of the jade ring on his finger. The ring felt warm against his skin, a subtle vibration that seemed to resonate with the low-frequency hum of the room. It was a family heirloom, a mysterious link to a past he was only just beginning to understand, and tonight, its presence was more comforting than ever.

a woman let out in a rush to be heard over the noise. Octavious was calm but my mind was running a million miles a minute. I wanted to turn around and leave. I brought my hand in front of my face to look at the ring that Octavious had given me since I was a child, and I wanted to shake my head and tell them that it was only a ring that I got from my Godfather. But I couldn't speak because my mind went blank. What kind of Godfather gives his goddaughter a ring that costs hundreds of thousands? I mean, it doesn't matter how rich you are. Is this an engagement ring? No ways. What the fuck am I thinking?

He’d inherited his father’s gray-blue Moretti eyes and my Irish blonde. He was in a deep charcoal Brioni, same cut, same color as Adrian’s that night. There was a scar on the inside of his left ring finger, same place as Adrian’s. Both of them from falling off a horse as kids. On his left wrist was the Patek Philippe 5711 Francesco had passed to Adrian, and Adrian had passed to him. The moment he walked in, every Don, every Consigliere, every Underboss on the East Coast stood up.

She was holding a ring. My ring. The family ring passed down from my parents—the symbol of the head of the Gambino family. The moment Betty saw it, all the blood drained from her face.

Gina's heart raced as she darted her eyes at his face; he seemed to be unconscious. Suddenly, her eyes caught the flashy rings on his finger. She could still remember what Xindy told her about the alpha's ring. There was a particular ring on his finger capable of sending her back to Earth, but there were so many rings on his finger. Which one of them was the ring of attorney? And how could she use it before the guard walked into the room to find her? She gulped hard as she moved her hands to his finger and attempted to pull out one of the rings, but it was stiff and seemed impossible to remove. She quickly moved to the next ring and attempted to pull it off his finger, but it equally seemed

Even in the past, she knocked Tiffany which surprised him but later he convinced himself that Tiffany lost to Fiona deliberately so as to escape from Master’s punishment but seeing Fiona’s practice he believed otherwise. The most shocking thing about her that he found out the other day is the pendant around her neck. It’s an eagle which is similar to the one Lucas wore when they met at casino. There can be many coincidences but sharing same kind of pendants with the leader of a mafia clan especially with Lucas Roselli who is a fashion icon is one in a million. Though it’s partially dark outside he still noticed her pendant which shone even when exposed to little light as it’s studded with ph

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

I replied. Only then did Lucian start to panic. He immediately sent his men to comb the route we'd taken for the ring. In fact, he even promised to make it up to me with a diamond ring worth ten million dollars. Given his current wealth, spending ten million dollars on a diamond ring would barely leave a dent in his wallet, but it was all too late. I was sick of the ambiguous relationship between him and Evelyn. I watched as Lucian drove away in his Maybach with Evelyn in tow. Then, I dialed a number.

"The heads of the other syndicates will be arriving at 7 PM." I walked quickly into the study,telling myself not to make a scene.Now wasn't the time. But a receipt on the study desk froze me in my tracks.It was from the most exclusive jeweler in Milan. —A custom black diamond pendant. The long string of zeros at the end felt like a stinging slap to the face. A year ago,Vincent had whispered a promise in my ear,saying he would commission a one-of-a-kind black diamond pendant for me.It was the ultimate symbol of power for a Mafia Donna.