Ladies Gold Onyx Ring Novels & Stories

"I think this black velvet design with intricate lace would be better. The material is luxurious, and the subtle sheen will complement our complexions." The sales lady nodded. "Excellent choice Mrs. Blackwood, this design is one of our finest, made from French velvet and Italian lace." I nodded and soon Danielle and Rachel storm into the receiving room, their faces red with anger. Georgina seeing them asked. "Is there a problem?" Rachel's voice trembled as if she was almost about to shed tears."Someone stole my graff hallucination ring!" The graff ring was a $1.5 million diamond encrusted masterpiece, a prized possession.

Every clink of glass felt like a nail being driven into her coffin. She reached the head of the table. Cynthia was waiting. Oh, Valerie, honey, Cynthia whispered as Valerie leaned in to fill her glass. You missed a spot on the floor by the entrance. You really need to be more thorough. I'll get to it, Valerie said, her voice a hollow rasp. And you should really thank Killian, Cynthia said, her voice rising so the entire table could hear. She lifted her right hand, spreading her fingers wide. The light from the chandelier caught the facets of a massive, pear cut diamond. It was set in an antique platinum filigree, a ring that radiated a soft, ethereal glow.

It would be more than enough to outshine Zenith. “Oh... Very well.” Marlowe immediately took out several rings and introduced them proudly. “Wolf King, this sapphire ring is called the ‘Heart of the Ocean’. It was crafted by a renowned jeweler from Tartan and is worth 150 million. It symbolizes love as vast and boundless as the ocean which is never-ending and bottomless. “This ruby ring is called...” Andrius examined each of them carefully. In his impression, Luna liked pink. Thus, his gaze fell on one of the pink rings which had a large gemstone on it.

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

The two of them quickly opened their boxes, respectively. The ring box in Josh’s hands contained an incomparably luxurious platinum diamond ring. It had a ten-carat, tear-shaped diamond on it and countless crowns made of cut diamonds. It shone very brightly. The one in Annabeth’s hand had a relatively simpler design. It was a gold ring with a halo of cut diamonds engraved on it. The diamonds were perfectly cut and shone equally brightly… Xyla had designed both these rings on her own. They were the only pieces in the world.

“Left hand.” I held it up between us, and Declan slipped the gold ring onto my ring finger. It had a faint pink sheen to it, some kind of rose gold, and an even fainter tracery. Something Irish. I fell in love with it instantly, and I knew I’d be driving every member of the casino’s staff nuts showing it to literally everyone, sometimes twice to make sure I hadn’t missed anyone. “I’ll put mine on later,” Declan said. “I can’t reach it from here.”

The dealer's assistant was holding another suitcase, ready to open it for him. “Alpha George, these are some of the finest rings in the world. Each one is unique and exquisite, just like your future Luna." The dealer said, pointing to each ring with a gloved hand. His voice was smooth and persuasive, and his smile was wide and fake. “This one here is a three-carat princess cut with a platinum band. And this one is a six-carat round brilliant with a pave setting. Any of these would make her say yes, I guarantee it." George frowned a little and looked at the rings. He didn't know which one Nora would like. He didn't know much about her at all, except that she was beautiful, brave, and kind.

Until now. I slip the small gold band on my pinky finger. It only goes as far as the second knuckle. I lift it up to the light of a lamp and study the scalloped pavé design of diamonds circling the band and coming together on either side to set off the larger stone at its center. It’s as different from the obnoxious ring Cielo had given her as can be. It’s pretty and elegant and one of a kind. Like her. Setting the box aside, I take out my phone. I look through the call history and locate the number to Horatio Russo’s lawyer, Higgins, then hit the Call button.

“You two can exchange rings. He took the ring box next to him and opened it. Inside is a 35-carat ring with a price that is not inferior to the rings of prestigious ladies when getting married. He gently picked up the ring and put it on her. This ring he ordered a month ago abroad. It is known as the "Golden Hand" by an artisan because the rings he makes are meticulous to every detail. And of course, her label is also unique. Elina was so touched that she couldn't speak, she picked up the ring box next to her and put it on for him. Her eyes glittered as if she was about to cry, and the corner of her eyes had never been able to hold back her emotions and burst.

Gia, beaming with happiness, held up her hand, the glimmering golden ring catching the ambient light. "I said yes!" Gia exclaimed, her voice filled with joy and her eyes shining brightly. The soft glow emanating from Gia's ring cast a mesmerizing allure, catching the ambient light as she delicately displayed it for everyone to admire. The golden band, adorned with a radiant gemstone, shimmered like a captured sunbeam against the backdrop of the seaside evening.