Hand Hug Ring Novels & Stories

Sometimes behind their ear, or sometimes wearing it on their braid. "The land of beauty." I read from the board just at the starting street. Asher nodded as we walked along. "We came here on 25th January." He said. "You remember the date?" I asked looking at him in bewilderment. He smiled while looking ahead. It almost envied me how he knew our memories and I didn't. I wish I had something. "25th Jan is International Hug day. I thought I'd celebrate it with you." He said.

Smart man. The first item was an emergency button disguised as a ring. A delicate silver band with a heart shape at the center, and a ruby in the heart. It was subtle enough for anyone to think it was just jewelry, but with a small, barely noticeable indentation on one side. A single press would send an alert straight to him. It was the kind of precaution I never would’ve thought of, but Cassiel clearly had.

I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, and took the ring from him. The physical sensation was shocking. The metal was cold, the stone heavy, and it felt impossibly large in my palm, like a tiny, solid anchor dropped into my life. It was so much more substantial than the light, cool titanium locket that was currently hidden under my shirt—the locket that represented freedom and the simple promise of love. This ring represented everything I was about to abandon.

The stone was a brilliant scarlett color. "This ring is host to what we call a familiar. This in particular, is a carbuncle. It's a creature from South America. They have a gift for finding gemstones and hiding. Think of it as a gift of good faith." "Thank you" she put the ring on her finger and held her hand to the light. "It's beautiful...and call me Nina. Ms. Liang is for people under me." she smiled at him. "Then you may call me Richard." he replied back and watched her admire the ring. He was glad she accepted, even if the training didn't pay off, she would be a good partner to have

For a second the whole room disappeared—just him and me and the way his thumb kept stroking the inside of my wrist like a promise. “Great choice, madam,” Mr. Hargrove said, clearing his throat politely to break the charged silence. “Would you like any of them customized? Perhaps with a preferred initial or engraving?” I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. I want them all customized with my fiancé’s initials. R. Z. B.” I tapped the six rings one by one. “On every single one, please. Inside the band, where it touches my skin. So I feel him there all day.”

whispered Astrid while staring blankly at the ring. The ring glowed and loosened. It grew bigger and bigger to form a chakram with a diameter of sixteen centimeters. Astrid grasped the inside of the chakram and swung it around. The chakram felt very light but so strong and sharp. "Dovah Ring," whispered Astrid. "Dragon Ring," whispered Astrid. The chakra shrank back to ring size. Astrid pinned the ring back to her ring finger. "Dovah Incognito," whispered Astrid.

Does he want to kiss her hands? The ring was still in its place in her hand. How come a duplicate was found in Liam's possession? Noah gently pulled out her ring and held it in his hands. He studied it closely for a full minute. Benny was getting uncomfortable. She stretched her hands and took the ring from him. "Do you want to customize another of the same kind? The ring is very beautiful and shiny. That would be great. I will have one while you have the other. We will be together forever."

my mom exclaims and I beam. I found it. I found the ring that my Hailey will wear. The ring that I will place on her hand to claim her for the rest of my life. My heart soars as I give my mom a one armed side hug.

With a solid blink, I jerk myself from the blue sea and absorb the rest of him. He’s wearing a white, button-down shirt with the cuffs hanging loose. The top three buttons at his neck are undone displaying a bit of his chest and flawless skin. The material of the shirt stretches over his heavily muscled biceps and forearms and across his equally defined torso. He untangles his fingers from my hair and rests his hand beside my hip. His other hand is on his knee. His fingers are long and powerful. A heavy gold ring with a large black stone is on the ring finger of his right hand. A simple gold band circles his thumb. His left hand is bare. I’ve never been fond of men wearing jewelry, but on Mo

With a solid blink, I jerk myself from the blue sea and absorb the rest of him. He's wearing a white, button-down shirt with the cuffs hanging loose. The top three buttons at his neck are undone displaying a bit of his chest and flawless skin. The material of the shirt stretches over his heavily muscled biceps and forearms and across his equally defined torso. He untangles his fingers from my hair and rests his hand beside my hip. His other hand is on his knee. His fingers are long and powerful. A heavy gold ring with a large black stone is on the ring finger of his right hand. A simple gold band circles his thumb. His left hand is bare. I've never been fond of men wearing jewelry, but on Mo