Harem Ring Mga Nobela at Kwento

The sleeves of the dress, of almost transparent green fabric, descended soft and delicate along the arms to the wrists, where both sides were closed by jeweled cuffs. That morning Nathan had left her a ring, made to measure for her, with the Fannil's sigil on the top, and told her to wear it and then left without adding a word. Sumon slipped it into her index finger and fiddled with it, spinning it around his finger with his other fingers. The ring was simple, a golden circle with a thicker, more swollen top forming a circle where the winged lion was precisely engraved. The design had been dug inside the circle, with simple lines that were then painted green.

Around him stood the witches, at least a dozen of them, their power crackling in the air like invisible lightning. And at his feet, arranged in a semi-circle like living ornaments, were women. Beautiful women in silk and jewels, each one marked with a silver bracelet bearing Dante's crest. His harem. I'd heard whispers about it in the kitchens—how Dante kept the most beautiful daughters of conquered packs as his personal collection. Symbols of his dominance over their families. Kira stood among them, her golden hair adorned with emeralds, her dress cut to display her figure. When she saw me being dragged in, her smile was pure venom.

I froze. In my head, I know I should run away but my body suddenly can't move. He opened the tiny red box and there it is. This is the 24.9 carat emerald cut diamond ring with 2 more large diamonds on both sides set in platinum surrounded with 30 more diamonds. This ring was designed by my mother itself and was said to be the most expensive ring that Hoseki has been made. It is also limited only to family members. I looked at the ring and to Luke's face with confusion. "Alora, our parents decided for us to get married after we graduate from college. So from now on, you belong to me."

Ismail says. “We are not, but it really is a beautiful ring,” I declare. “I apologize for assuming and yes, it is a beautiful ring,” the lady agrees. “It’s fine, and yes, it is.” Ismail nods. “This is so beautiful. Can I see that?” I ask, pointing at a very lovely ring. The ring has a golden band with a black rose carved on top with diamonds. It’s beautiful. I try it on, and it fits perfectly. I walk over to meet Ismail to show him. He is looking at some wristwatches on the other side.

He had claimed her in every way that mattered, but tonight, he would bind their fates in a way that would never allow them to be separated. The room fell into complete stillness as Rafael produced a dark, intricate piece of jewelry—a ring, its design so elaborate that it could only be described as a work of art. The band was made of blackened silver, with jagged edges that mirrored the darkness of the world they ruled. Embedded in the center was a single blood-red stone, a symbol of both their connection and the blood that had been spilled to get them here.

My kingdom is the only gift that dignifies me. Although, I see his heart in the gift of his war ring. However, his harem woman have been receiving silk and jewellery from him. King Ozar went ahead to even gift them heirloom of my lineage and what am I supposed to do, accept jewellery and silk like that didn’t happen? I am not like his harem women; these things do not move me. They can’t move me. “The king’s war ring, that belonged to the past king.” Camille says in shock and I close the box.

I tightened my grip on Fenryr's sleeve as the guests shot me odd and judgmental looks. He merely patted my hand and cleared his throat, meeting the crowd's questioning and accusatory gaze before declaring solemnly, "Leah is my beloved. As you've seen earlier, the Moon Goddess has given us her blessings. Leah is destined to be my mate, and I hope all of you will respect her as you do me!" I stared at him gratefully, and under his encouraging gaze, I raised my hand to show the crowd the Sacred Ring on my finger. "This Sacred Ring is a gift from Fenryr to me. It is a symbol of my status and the authority conferred upon me.

Nate grinned before reaching into the pocket of his denim jeans. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I studied his actions, but this only seemed to make his grin grow. He pulled out his hand, showing me what he was holding. Entrapped in his fingers was a ring. But not just any simple ring, no. It was the most incredible, enchanting ring I had ever seen. It was pear cut, aquamarine diamond with a diamond halo and shoulders. My eyes almost fell out of my head as my jaw dropped. My breathing completely hitched as my heartbeat began to rise to a frantic pace.

Harmonia squinted her beautiful eyes and smiled. Soon, several upper-class individuals approached Mr. Parish to talk to him. Harmonia greeted Mr. Parish and then wandered around the venue. She bought a plum blossom vase from the Song Dynasty for her father, a coral ornament from the Qing Dynasty for her mother, and a white jade Kirin-patterned ring for her brother. She thought of the pair of pearl earrings earlier and knew that it must be Dimas’ arrangement. After some consideration, she realized she owed him a favor. Harmonia walked around the venue and finally discovered a corner where ebony bracelets were displayed!

“I want that, too.” “Then say you will.” “I’ll marry you.” He rises, cheeks damp with tears, and leans down, his mouth angled over mine. “Say it again.” “Yes. I’ll marry you, Aris. I’ll make us rings. I’ll make them right now.” I make his out of iron with gems made from nickel and platinum, turned into smoky diamonds under my touch. My ring is a thinner band, but the same. A beautiful, imperfect duet. He inspects them as they rest on the granite to cool, perfectly sized and glittering in the light of the setting sun, and I move on, my powers beautifully stable as I begin to piece the diadem back together, repairing lengths of iron that remind me vividly of the spires of the castle. In fact,