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

he said. "Just Ava," I said. I had always said that. This time it meant something different. I extended my left hand. On my finger was a ring — old silver, etched with the same runes as the bond rings, taken from the iron cabinet in the map room where Milrac had placed it on my finger at dawn while the mansion was still sleeping. Simple. Ours. Real. Cassian looked at it. His expression didn't collapse — he was too controlled for that. But something in it adjusted. A door closing tidily.

she opened the door and saw a delivery man holding a package and she suddenly remembered Jason telling her that she would get her ring in the morning , she smiled and hummed to her self as she signed and collected the small package , when she opened it immediately revealing a small pink diamond on a silver band with a note attached to it

The ring on my finger was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a symbol of our commitment, its radiant diamond capturing the light and reflecting our shared dreams and promises. "You're right," I said, standing up with newfound confidence. "I have a feeling it's going to be magical." As we stepped away from the room, I stole one last glance at my ring, its delicate design shimmering softly in the light. It wasn’t merely a piece of jewelry; it symbolized a promise, a dream that had finally blossomed into reality. The cool metal felt like a tangible connection to all the hopes and aspirations I held. A rush of excitement coursed through me as I thought about embarking on this new chapter

"Am… am I your prisoner?" He lifted his left hand and touched her cheek with one long finger, running it down the soft roundness. She saw another tattoo of her name along the inside of his ring finger, "Allie" it read. She lowered her lashes so he wouldn't see her surprise. "That's up to you, love," he said gruffly.

Looking at the glowing thing on my finger. "Love it!" My eyes fell on the ring on my finger from her face as I admired it. I love everything about it. The fact that it's purple makes it even more special in my heart. It symbolizes my first name. I wonder how long he kept this ring with him before it was on my finger now. I slid my hand on his face and peck his lips. " I love you, Zaer. " And give him my sweet smile while looking at him lovingly. Never thought the joke I thought early on would actually true. Now I can proudly claim my rights on this man!

I couldn't understand what he was saying. "You're so mad you didn't notice the ring on your finger." He said coldy. My heart pounded, and I quickly looked at my hands. I froze, my heart felt like it stopped beating. I only noticed now. I have a ring on my ring finger. I can see my hands shaking. I looked at Nicholas, saw how hurt he is. He's hurt knowing that I wouldn't notice the ring on my finger if he hadn't mentioned about it. I stared at the ring again, bringing it a little closer to my face to see it better. It's a gold knot ring. I know this is a knot ring. Gina and I plan to buy something like this for each other.

Harry grinned like a Cheshire cat. The guy next to her nodded curtly. He stuffed his hand into his pocket as he bought out a tiny box. He took out the simple ring with one tiny diamond at the center and held her tiny and fragile hand and slipped it on her ring finger. Ayra let out a small chuckle as he finished wearing her the ring. She didn’t even know his name. She took the ring which Rose gave and slid it onto his finger. This was bullshit. As the ring ceremony got over, the guy, or the soon-to-be husband, got up and walked out of the house, while Harry chased him like a lost puppy.

Then when I was about to start eating the delicious meal. Suddenly, The doorknob twisted and my heart skipped a beat. I was startled and my eyes darted toward the door. The door creaked open but I didn't see anyone at the door entrance. I caught sight of a hand reaching in and he wore a striking ring on each finger. There are intricate designs and sparkling gems adorned on the jewelry. I was curious and I thought of who it might be but I couldn't. A shadow struck the wall down the hallway. He was tall and imposing. I can't see the face of this stranger standing In the doorway.

She leaned in closer, her face inches from Nathan's hand, as she examined the ring more closely. Dora's eyes widened as she took in the intricate markings and inscription on the ring. A tiny half-moon and what looked like a sun adorned the right side, surrounded by other symbols she couldn't decipher. Her curiosity piqued, she whispered to herself, "What type of ring is this?" She glanced up at Nathan's face, his emerald eyes closed in slumber. Seizing the opportunity, she reached for his hand, her fingers brushing against his as she attempted to remove the ring from his finger.

She had been sitting against the cold wall with her chain across her lap, so still that I had thought she was asleep. “You said tomorrow,” she said. “That was yesterday.” “Then ask me again.” She looked at me for a long moment. “What the Moon wrote beside your name. For one drop of your blood on the ring.” “Yes.” I didn’t let myself think. I went to the bucket and pressed the side of my thumb against the rough edge of its rim until my skin split. It stung. I knelt by the iron ring beside my blanket, held my thumb over it, and squeezed.