Novel & Cerita Men's Onyx And Diamond Rings

She gazed at him. “Okay. I like these rings.” Then he nodded at Amy and the shop manager. “We chose these rings.” “Excellent choice, sir. The bride ring is a one carat white/colorless round cut brilliant diamond. It’s brilliant in reflecting the light,” the manager said. “While the groom ring is a one point five black round cut brilliant diamond. Both rings have 58 facets.” Gabriel nodded while listening to what the manager said. “We need more jewelry,” he said to the manager. “We want a few jewelry sets.”

He held it between us, snapping it open with a sharp *click*. Inside sat a ring that defied every tradition of Oakhaven high society. It wasn't the clear, brilliant diamond Julian had used to 'mark' me as his property. This was a **Black Diamond**—a raw, jagged, five-carat stone that seemed to swallow the light of the hallway. It was surrounded by a halo of small, blood-red rubies that looked like droplets of frozen fire. I hesitated, my hand hovering in the air. The sheer weight of what this represented—a contract that bound my life to the most dangerous man in the city—suddenly felt very real.

Eddie’s POV The ring was a platinum band set with a single, flawless diamond, and in that simplicity resided a universe of elegance and brilliance. The platinum band, cool and smooth to the touch, whispered of quiet strength and unwavering commitment. Its polished surface gleamed with a soft, silvery sheen, reflecting the light in a way that was both understated and luxurious. But it was the diamond that truly stole the show.

"What did you tell them?" Orion pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his expression turning lethal. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He flipped it open to reveal a ring—not a diamond, but a black opal that looked like a trapped, swirling galaxy. "I told his lead security that I don't discuss my private acquisitions with trespassers," Orion said, his voice dropping to a gravelly low as he took my hand. He slid the ring onto my middle finger. It fit perfectly, the weight of it feeling like a promise.

In the elevator, Andrew opened the modest ring box. A dazzling pink diamond immediately caught the light, its brilliance filling the small space. This 7.5-million-dollar luxury ring was once known as the "King of Diamonds" of Jayrodale, truly one of a kind. Andrew did not know exactly how much money was on the bank card, but he was sure it was enough to buy Stevens Corporations ten times over. Moments ago, Christina and Irene had not even bothered to look at these treasures, with Irene dismissing them as junk.

A rush of emotions hits me. “What I’m trying to say is. Dahlia Blackwood Alpha of the Venom Fang Pack and future Alpha of Alpha’s. Would you give me the honour and privilege of becoming my wife?” I blink rapidly as a sob escapes my lips as he pulls out a beautiful ring from his pocket. I look at the ring held between his thumb and index finger and look at him. The ring is beautiful. It is a platinum band with a huge canary yellow diamond in the centre, surrounded by tiny diamonds.

With money, slaves, and other valuables, from what I’ve gathered. It can only mean that I am an indispensable asset to this man. For whatever reason, he couldn’t kill me, and that fact is what I would use to my advantage. Perseus's right-hand man steps forward, presenting the rings. They are remarkable and vastly different from my previous wedding ring. Silver, with intricate designs of rose thorns, petals, and a moon symbol. Beside my wedding ring sits an engagement ring—a cushion-shaped diamond sparkling in the light.

"I never had the chance to properly ask you to marry me, Meris." He whispered, his eyes not leaving mine as he opened the ring box. To say my breath was knocked out by the ring in front of me would be an understatement. It was a black diamond ring, massive… like fucking ten times larger than the one Connor had proposed with. The obsidian stone shone brilliantly against the chandelier light, enough to capture anyone's attention from close range or even a far distance.

None of them appealed to her—the stones too small, the designs too generic. The associate seemed to expect this and quickly asked a colleague to bring out a ring that wasn’t on display. A dazzling piece was carefully placed on a velvet tray and presented to Grace. “Ms. Bellavance, this one’s from the same series as your husband’s. Platinum band, subtle V-shape, set with high-grade round diamonds in a seamless row—over three carats total. It’s elegant and distinctive.” Grace extended her hand, and the associate happily slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly.

But I am me and me is a fucking bad brat of the devil himself. I did not answer them for a long time and kept a poker face as I saw them shift uneasily as they held a joint ring in front of me. The ring was beautifully designed. It was dragon shaped and and the eyes of the dragon had blue sapphires set on it while a huge diamond solitaire stood in the middle depicting the open mouth of the dragon with rubies surrounding the body of the dragon. The ring must cost the fortunes of atleast five packs together ! Were they fucking serious to entrust their fortune on my fingers !!