Hand Hug Ring Novels & Stories

Lock me up for the rest of my life. He holds out his right hand and I place my left one in it. With his left hand he receives something from his pocket. The ring. It is a slim gold band adorned with small diamonds and in the middle is a rose with a large diamond in. It is beautiful and unnecessarily expensive. He slips it onto my finger. “Do you like it?” His fingers gently brush over my knuckles.

The stranger says. Silently, I glance down and instantly notice he is wearing a thick ring around his finger; it's the shape of a dragon slithering around his finger to form a circle with two rubies for eyes. The design is flawless and beautiful. Merely looking at it sends one icy shiver down my spine. "Your ring is beautiful," I speak without reflecting my words, another habit of mine. And then I reach out my hand to take the man's much larger hand in mine to better see his ring. "I love the design,"

Earrings, necklace, bracelet, and a ring. When he said ring at first, I almost punched him in the face. Hearing a guy, you are trying to build a friendship with for the sake of your sister, and still don’t yet trust after he broke her heart the first time around wanting to buy her a ring, you want to punch him in the face. It better be a nice sett he buys her otherwise punching him in the face may still be an option.

Noelle had intended to use that simple ring as a substitute for the engagement ring because it was more convenient to wear. However, she never had the courage to part with that ring until they divorced. Now, Noelle didn't even know where that ring had gone. Coincidentally, the ring Hendrix was putting on her finger at that moment was quite similar to the one Noelle had chosen back then. It was rose gold in color, with a subtle pattern of cosmos flowers etched into the band.

If it weren’t for all the store associates watching them, she’d have fired back with something sharper. Where on earth did this man come from? "Alright, I’ll pick one." She took a quiet breath to collect herself, then turned to the sales associate. "I need a men’s ring. Plain band." "Of course. Right this way." From their appearance alone, the staff could tell they were no ordinary couple. The associate smiled politely and led them to a counter, pulling out several styles of classic men’s bands. Adora grabbed Louis’ left hand and started to slide one on.

She sat on the floor, leaning into a wall, and continued her sobbing. She took the ring box she was still holding, opened it, took out the ring, placed it in her handkerchief, and tied it around her wrist. She threw the box out the window in a rage. She finally made sense of the past 20 hours. She screamed and scratched herself and finally said to herself, " I am all alone now... Matty left me... I am so angry... how can he leave me.... like this.... so early."

Although Hu Xiaoxian was not familiar with the Storage Ring, she knew it was a good thing and gave it back to Qin Haodong. "Keep it. I already have one. Otherwise, where do you think my things came from?" Qin Haodong grabbed Hu Xiaoxian's hand and put the Storage Ring on her finger directly. Then he taught her how to use the Storage Ring. "Young man, are you proposing to me?" Hu Xiaoxian looked at Qin Haodong with affection in her eyes. "Well..." Qin Haodong just realized that he had put the Storage Ring on Hu Xiaoxian's ring finger.

— Everyone laughs at Lyn's words. I place mine on the index finger of his right hand, and then he extends his hand, and I place it on his ring finger. He looks at the ring and smiles, gets up, wraps his arms around my back, hugs me tightly, I do the same, and we stay like this for a few seconds. [...]

Amelia whispered, before she hugged me tighter, as if not wanting to let go of the comfort this hug is giving the both of us. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach going wild because of this. And I prayed and hoped that they would chill, because I could actually feel my cheeks burning up. I never knew a hug can make me feel all these types of emotion I never knew I could feel. And as if destiny was on our side, The Carpenter’s song “Close To You” started playing, it was my ringtone, and I didn’t even bother answering the call because I was busy doing hot girl shit, like hugging Miss President tightly.

The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric. The third is a slim gold chain that runs between the clamps, dipping low across her sternum like a necklace no one else can see unless the dress shifts just right. The fourth is thicker, heavier: a gold ring piercing her clit hood, freshly done this afternoon in a private clinic Victor owns. The barbell is short but the ring hangs below it, brushing her swollen nub with every step, sending electric jolts straight up her spine. The fifth and final ring is the largest: a wide, polished gold ba