Hand Hug Ring Novels & Stories

Hendrik remembered something and got up, grabbing a small box from his belongings. " This is for you. I bought it in case you accepted my proposal, which you thankfully did. They are a couple of bracelets. I didn't want a promise ring. Just the actual ring should be there." Freya opened the box,but there was only one inside. " Where's yours?" Hendrik already had his on his hand and pulled it to show. " Come here, let me put it on for you."

I cried, closing my hand around the ring. #

She could feel the coldness in her palm, and it made her heart throb. The ring on her ring finger had a huge diamond, and it hurt her palm as it pressed onto her flesh. That ring was a custom order from Hansen when they were in Hawaii, and were still in love. It was the only pair in the world, and Hansen told her never to take it off. Therefore, she always had it on her finger, and she was used to wearing it. She never thought of taking it off until Hansen looked at her finger, but it was too late.

A single photograph that stood out against the void of her erased history. It was a close-up of two hands—one large and powerful, the other delicate and fair. On their ring fingers sat matching platinum wedding bands, the diamonds catching the light with a cold, unforgiving brilliance. Liam recognized the ring on the larger hand immediately; he had seen it on Xavier’s finger at the club.

A sand bag and other boxing equipment hung off to the side but I barely noticed, my sole attention was on the person who stood right in the middle of the ring, conversing with a guy who was obviously a trainer, while wrapping tape around her knuckles slowly. Someone I had been searching for for weeks. My eyes glazed over her, from her hair that had grown to shoulder level but was now in a ponytail, to the black sports bra that stretched across her perfect breasts, to her flat abdomen to those tiny workout shorts that threatened to make me go crazy. What was she doing here? And dressed so sexily? “There’s your Cinderella dude” I heard Seth say before letting out an ironic scoff “and you thoug

What came out was a wobbly, watery, completely wrecked—“I do!” They said it twice, once each, voices cracking on the second syllable like teenagers confessing for the first time. Li Han’s mouth twitched, fighting a smile. Then came the rings. They had designed a special set: two slim gold bands for the twins that, when placed side by side on Li Han’s finger, locked together seamlessly to form one perfect circle. Yo Sun slid his half on first, trembling fingers brushing Li Han’s knuckles. Yo Han followed, and when the pieces clicked into place, a soft collective “ohhh” rose from the guests.

HARPER Tenley grabs my hand. Her eyes widening in amazement as she brings it closer to examine the intricate details of the ring, her fingers tracing the delicate carvings. With a high-pitched shriek of excitement, punctuated by the joyful shrieks of birds, she exclaims, “You guys leave for just four days and come back engaged! Layken, I can’t believe you went ring shopping without me! I would have loved to have been there when you picked out this beautiful ring.” Her voice fills the air with a mix of joy and playfulness. She paused, her fingers tracing the cool, smooth surface of the ring, its intricate details catching the light. “Layken, you did so well,” she compliments, her voice laced

But Hiro remembered how hot it felt, how the burn throbbed and ached, and he remembered screaming his lungs out, the least he could do, until he was saved. There was a slight touch he felt when the man sauntered even closer, fingertips skimming on time-healed scar, as if tracing every remaining petal. Hiro catches a glimpse of sunlight reflecting from the massive glass windows to that of the hand on his shoulder. He's wearing a silver ring with a bright blue stone encrusted in the middle. He lifts his head in shock, confusion masking his expression when he recognizes what kind of ring it was. He’s seen it before. "What are you?" He asks meekly.

The cock ring is removable, so we’d be able to take it off and replace it with a different one, or leave it off entirely, depending on what Kir wants to do to me. The way the straps would fit across my ass would keep a butt plug firmly in place too. The O-rings are brushed silver, cold and heavy, offering plenty of holes to attach cuffs to. It doesn't look like an accessory. If I put this on, it isn't just going to strap me in. It's going to turn me into a piece of art. A visual promise of kink and my willingness to let Kir truss me up. I pull the heavy wooden hanger down and hold it up.

Then he took her hand and picked the ring as he slid it into her finger. Zoe couldn't describe the happiness she felt. Happy tears filled in her eyes as she looked at the gorgeous ring on her hand. It was a rose gold ring and there were little two roses which were holding the beautiful pearl between them and there were two pink diamonds too in the middle of the roses.