Harry Potter Fanfiction Ginny Steals Engagement Ring Novels & Stories

It was also the first time she had ever looked at me with such gentleness. I suppressed the happiness, nerves, and anticipation rising in my chest, my face flushing as I watched her step closer and closer. I thought that the moment she handed the flowers to me, I would immediately drop to one knee and propose as a surprise. Even though we had argued just yesterday because of someone else, what couple never fights? My fingers trembled slightly as I grazed the ring in my pocket. "Congratulations on winning the match and taking the championship," Nina said, extending the bouquet.

I had planned to get a manicure tomorrow, then take a picture after Dylan slipped the ring onto my finger and send it to my grandmother back home. I had wanted to tell her that I was finally going to have a home of my own. The lock turned. Dylan stepped inside. He did not bring up the ring. In one hand, he carried a container of meat pies from my favorite takeout place. With the other, he pulled out a tube of hand cream from the drugstore downstairs and set it in front of me. “Jenna, have it before it gets cold.” His voice was light, as though a slice of meat pie could smooth over the fact that he had given my engagement ring to someone else.

However, the lingering female pheromones on his body could not be washed away no matter what. My stomach began churning again. "What are you doing? Did you get some rest?" He reached out to take my hand, but suddenly noticed something. "Nina, where's your wedding ring?" I pulled my hand back and replied flatly, "I took it off." Vincent was obviously displeased. "I designed that myself. The wedding ring represents my love for you. How could you take it off?" I brushed him off casually. "I think I gained weight from carrying the pup. It doesn't fit anymore."

If that meant being with him forever, then I’d rather we had no contact forever. He went on, “Teresa was only my first love, a dream to me. But now I realize that dream was fake. You and I are doomed to be together. You can help me get back to the Beta’s position, even the Alpha’s position, can’t you? Please. I’ll be yours forever.” Harry took a ring out of his pocket and tried to kneel down on one knee in the middle of the street. But before he could even kneel, he was kicked away. He fell heavily to the ground, and the small diamond ring rolled into the sewer.

“There’s a lot to be done in Midnight, you know?” “I’m sure.” “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I stopped, frowning at him. He tilted his head to the table where I’d left the ring. I eyed it and went back for it before I could slide it on my finger, he caught my hand. The warmth of him so close eased the pain shooting through me. He pulled me close and I caught sight of Dahlia’s surprised expression as he held the ring in his hand. “I may really think you don’t like it if you take it off again.”

Arya's POV. I couldn’t stop staring at my ring. The way the diamond sparkled under the bedroom light was hypnotizing, like a tiny universe trapped inside the gemstone. My heart was still fluttering, the moment replaying in my mind over and over again... Lucas, sitting across from me at the dining table, smirking like he always did, teasing me endlessly before finally slipping this ring onto my finger. It felt unreal. I, Arya Richard, was engaged to Lucas Griffin.

Their expressions carried a hint of pity as they tried to persuade me. "Miss, you should just return the ring to Miss Hartley. Otherwise, you might not even know how you died." "That's right. That ring is the token of love between Master Lucas and Miss Hartley. They've grown up together. If he finds out, he won't let you off." "I personally saw it happen once. Someone accidentally dirtied Miss Hartley's dress, and the next day… his hand was gone." Their warnings only seemed to amuse Queenie even more.

What she meant was obvious. She had ruined my engagement and turned me into a laughingstock amongst high society, so she felt deeply guilty. As long as I did not speak, she would not stop. Perfect. She could keep going for all I cared. I raised an eyebrow slightly and continued savoring my wine. Nessa clenched her teeth and bent forward to bow again. Harry suddenly strode forward. Crack! He knocked the wine glass from my hand. “Evelyn, that’s enough!”

I don't even know what’s going on with me; maybe I’ve lost my mind. Why do I care so much about them anyway? Gabe is the third in command of my pack and Tessa is my prisoner. It just required one order from my mouth to separate both of them for good. "I can't wait for the night when you slip this ring onto my finger," Odette remarked, clutching the ring box. The engagement ring, crafted from white gold and adorned with diamonds, rests inside, glimmering in the early sunlight that filters through the boutique glass. "I can't wait for it as well." I can't hide the flatness in my voice.

Harry was all time there and watching it leisurely on next jack " Who are you?" My momma asked in her quake voice. She was moving her gaze from Jack to Harry to me. I wasn't ready for her questions. Because I couldn't reply to her as I was seeking my answers too. Jack stood up, picking his gun. He paced at me. He put the gun in the holster. I exhaled a quaking breath. Harry walked toward me at the same time. He put his hand in his pocket. He brought out his hand with a red velvet box. He opened it. It was a beautiful square-shaped diamond ring. He plucked it from the small box, He held my hand in his hand. He slid it on my ring finger. I winced at his action. I was glancing at him with shock