Romans & histoires Horror Gothic Wedding Rings

Currie was not having it, so she pressed on. “Do you know how much Nicole had loved you? She even bought a wedding gift for you during your marriage. But did you care to know what was inside? Do you know what she bought? She took her time to design a wedding ring and had it produced by Goldsmith. She even engraved your name on her ring and hers on yours. But you never cared to see what was inside the gift she bought for you”

Her face felt hot, even redder now. "Since we've registered as husband and wife, we should have a proper wedding ring. So..." She nervously took out a small red box from her pocket, her breath accelerating. When she opened the box, it revealed a pair of delicate and elegant wedding rings. The silver bands resembled vines, with seven differently sized diamonds arranged in a gradient at the center, accompanied by the shimmering silver light. Shawn was stunned. The hand holding the gift box tightened unconsciously. She beat him to it!

She pushed the lid and it popped open to reveal a pair of beautiful rose gold rings placed on the velvet cushion. One was plain, the other one had princess cut diamonds carefully arranged around the band of the ring, glistening brightly. Ashleigh's eyes widened at the sight of the rings, Adrian nodded satisfied with the work Beau had done. "We got married a few days ago. Won't it be weird that we do not have wedding rings as a couple?" Adrian spoke up, turning Ashleigh's chair to face his direction and pulling it closer to him.

With our plates loaded with sandwiches and a cold pastay something, we take a seat at an empty table and dig in, and surprisingly, it's not half bad, although I'm that hungry, I'd eat anything right now. "So," Jenny starts up the questions again whilst I have a mouth full of food, "you kids married?" Her abrupt question nearly makes me spit the pasta out of my mouth. At our puzzled facial expressions of how she knows that, she points at our matching wedding bands. "You seem quite young to be married already, how old are you two?" She asks a lot of questions, which makes me feel uneasy. Still chewing, I stare down at my finger, surprised that I still have it. I would have thought Pauline woul

Or that I'm no longer going back to Genoa. All she knows is that we're on a vacation, and like Dominico's parents and mine, she has no clue we're getting married this weekend. Upon checking the time, I take out the velvet-sheathed box in the nightstand drawer and just stare at the shiny wedding rings inside. They're simple but elegant. Real gold, but not the expensive kind. We bought these on sale, actually.

"I thought you'd be happy to have a piece of your mother with you, and you could pass it down to our kids later… if you wanted." I nodded, sniffling as he took the ring and gently slipped on my finger. I reached up to him and pulled him close, giving him a kiss that would help him understand what words I was failing to say. The next few weeks Morina and I helped each other plan our weddings. I helped as much as I could in between my lessons and we shared many moments where all we could do was talk about our rings. Hers was a twist of copper and silver like mine, but the two stones in the middle were an amethyst and a soft pink quartz. There were only white diamonds around the rest of it and

I sign where Gareth indicates, and when I'm done, Eros attacks his own signature with a frenzy. "That's it," Gareth says, smiling awkwardly. "A little anticlimactic, but—" He shrugs then starts gathering up the paper but stops midway through. "Oh, I almost forget." He reaches into his pocket and takes out two rings, both of them platinum to match my engagement band. "Eros had these made as a little wedding present." Eros takes the rings. He slides mine down onto my finger. "With this ring, you are my wife," he says softly, voice thick and laced with emotion. "You are mine."

She’d bought a new wedding dress for our wedding, and although she’d looked beautiful in the one I’d pretty much torn off of her eighteen months ago, she looked even more beautiful in this new one. She also wore the engagement ring I’d bought her the day after we’d made up. Rose gold, morganite, with the words A ghrá geal engraved on it. Mari’s dress this time was simple, white, silky. Something probably way more complicated to it than I’d ever understand, but I was already imagining taking it off my wife tonight. “You look amazing,” I mouthed as the officiant began speaking. Mari dimpled. “So do you.” Yeah, that dress didn’t stand a chance tonight. I just hoped she didn’t spend too much on

No turning back now. I moved to the large oak table in the center of the room. The wooden box, simple yet ornate, was already there—Caden must’ve brought it. It was made of dark, polished mahogany, etched with ancient pack symbols. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, were three silver rings, each precisely crafted, cold and gleaming in the dim light. They were etched with the delicate curve of a crescent moon and the intricate, interwoven lines of our bloodline’s crest.

Personally, I loved the look of silver, but the metal harms all supernatural, including werewolves, so white gold is a close alternative. Tate offers to order in some food for dinner while I set about getting the Blu Ray player ready for our movie. My thoughts drifted to the ring as I stare at it, the plans for our wedding already in motion as I smiled happily. I would wait for a bit for our wedding day wanting to settle the matters with Pine Paw first before saying 'I Do' to Tate. "Penny for your thoughts?" Tate muses, bringing me out of my thoughts as I turned to look at his smiling profile.