His Ring On Her Finger My Name On The Door Novels & Stories

The silence was so thick I could taste it. "The ring," he said, reaching into his pocket. He took my left hand. It felt tiny and fragile in his. He slid a diamond onto my finger so large it felt like a weight a heavy, cold reminder of the deal I’d signed. "Let’s go ," he whispered, taking my hand, his eyes flashing with a dark, triumphant fire. ***** The mahogany doors of the Laurent study didn't just open; they were thrown back with such force they hit the walls like a clap of thunder, rattling the expensive paintings.

Victora leads us into the dining room and I frown, but I don't push the subject. "I should get cleaned up first," I tell them, and Shane nods. "Take your time." I trudge upstairs, pushing open my room door to find a small gift box on my bed. Taking a cautious seat on the plush rug, I grab the box and untie the ribbon. Inside of it, was a small ring, will there papers beneath it. I took the ring first, and it was just a simple gold band with letter engraved at the bottom. S. B. Samuel Blue. I bit my lip to keep them from quickening as I slowly slipped it on.

She held the ring close to her ring and read the inscription. ‘Nemo and Dora.’ It also mentioned a date and the letters B on one side while a P was on the other. She swallowed and her hand closed around it. She knew it was something that her mystery man had given her. “I know it’s not much, Bean, but I will keep looking for him, I am going to keep this safe for you.” She looked through many chains and found a silver one which would go well with the band. She slipped the ring through it before putting it around her neck.

After I give this to Maia, I’m going to give her another ring that would symbolize our new marriage. My thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang downstairs. Did Karl forget something? Are Jasmine and grandma Edith back? No, it’s probably not them. They attended another party, and it’s very likely that they’d be back home much later this evening. I stuffed the ring back in my wallet and walked to the front door. I carefully opened the door, expecting Karl to be ringing the doorbell, but I froze when I saw a small and fragile figure standing right in front of me.

He asked, rubbing my face. His hands were on my waist, pressing me tightly against him. I preferred the ring to the necklace. But why would he give me a ring? He picked up one of the smaller rings and then gestured me me to look at its inner circle. There were two names written on the inside of the ring - my name "Mera" and his name "Garyson". In the middle of the two names was the shape of a heart. I stared at it for a few seconds, then quickly looked up at him.

Its design was both petite and intricate, highlighting the gem's size and brilliance while accentuating the slender beauty of Aurora's fingers. Staring into the mirror, reality dawned on her. It was true—she had just accepted Heath's proposal. Perhaps, in the near future, they would walk down the aisle, and it was time to reveal the secrets she had kept hidden deep within her heart. With care, Aurora placed the ring on the vanity before stepping into the shower. After her bath, she gingerly put the ring back on. Throughout her lifetimes, she had seen countless priceless jewels, yet this modest ring was her most treasured possession. It symbolized her future, a future uniquely hers, and she h

she try to pull the ring but it seems like it becomes smaller that she can't pulled it. "Your name is written here while mine is on yours... " he said referring to their rings. "Just sweet like always..." "And forever!" ****

I turned off the phone and grinned, unable to help myself. It didn’t take long for a soft knock on the door. I opened the door, more than ready to go because I had no intention of missing my flight. “Wait out here for me, will you,” I said, taking the boxes from her and going back inside the house to the bedroom. Rosy was still sleeping. I drew the cover over her completely to shield her naked body. I peeled away the wrapping from one of the ring boxes, pulled out my ring, and slid it onto my finger.

Yes, I have fallen in love with him. It is hard to confess but it is obvious to denote. I gave this man know my body. I have let him know that he is capable of setting me aflame. As I continue to comb my hair, my eyes fall onto the ring on my finger—Ozar's war ring. It is heavy, imbued with his battles and victories. The metal feels cool on my skin and I turn it slightly—to inspect it more. Lost in the reverie, I am startled by a sudden knock at the door. I snap out of my thoughts and I set the comb aside to find out. I open the door to see a male servant that I do not recognize.

I turn on the water and quickly wash my hands, wanting to return to Carson to seek information about last night. “Ouch!” I look from the mirror to see what scraped the palm on my right hand. It’s a large ring. Not just any ring. A giant diamond on my ring finger. I squint at it, the water still flowing from the faucet. I stare as if the diamond will tell me all that I can’t remember. **** Carson The faint sound of a phone ringing slices into my sleep. Is it the room phone? While my groggy brain dashes between sleep and waking up, the sound of the ringing phone ceases. Replacing it is the sound of loud pounding on the door.