Godfather Pinky Ring Novels & Stories

She had taken the oath and the ritual would be over once her father gave her the ring Every Capo wore since the establishment of Cosa Nostra. The ring which passed from her great-grandfather to her grandfather and from him to her father and now the ring was going to illuminate her thumb. But before that Aria needed to warn all these soldiers in a way they had not been warned before. Aaron pulled out the ring from his pocket as it was made for Aria's size. He stepped forward and took Aria's bloodied hand in his. His eyes went to the tattoo on her wrist. Aria's eyes went to it again, her heart once again felt a pinching sensation, her heartbeat raced in her chest.

My eyes darted over to scan the back of Gotham's head, and as if he was watching me all this while, he met my eyes through the mirror in between the driver and passenger's seats. I thrust the hand that housed the ring forward and showed it to him, "What's this?" I asked, and the jeep came to an abrupt halt. He took my hand with a serious expression on his face and gasped, "This ring has been missing for close to fifteen years. It was Dashiell's mother, Vivica's ring," Confusion was written all over my countenance as I heard that, "Soñar gave me this ring," I answered. "Does Mr Blackwood know?"

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

"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.

His pride was crushed under my heel effortlessly. Back in the car, we finally arrived at my hotel. Before I got out, Killian grabbed my wrist. In a panic, he pulled a black velvet box from his suit and held it out to me. "Nyx, take this." His eyes were completely red. He was practically crawling. "An apology gift." Holding back my disgust, I flipped it open. Inside sat a massive, flawless emerald ring. The Donna's ring. The ultimate symbol of power for the Mafia Don's wife.