Novel Ringan Novels & Stories

I repeated, not looking at her. The door clicked shut behind her, and all that was left was Celina and I. Celina stood near my desk, arms folded and chin tilted in defiance like she thought that would hide her nerves. I stared at her hand — at the ring she’d made sure everyone saw. “Where did you get that?” She smiled, light and practiced. “You don’t like it? I thought—” “I asked,” my voice dropped a note lower, “where you got it.” Her smile faltered. “Fine. I bought it,” she said finally. “It’s not illegal to wear a ring, is it? I thought it might stop the women around you from forgetting their place.”

"Ha! I knew you were faking it. Listen here, there will not be a word of this to either of our parents. Otherwise, there won't even be a wedding.” "What Carina and I have is beyond your understanding. She’s only working to pay off her family’s debts, unlike you with your cheap schemes. Hurt her, and you’ll regret it." I nearly laughed. Men truly were pathetic creatures. For millennia, they had been obsessed with "saving" fallen women as if it were some noble calling. Without another word, I turned and walked away. The moment I stepped inside, a notification popped up. Carina had sent a video. The footage showed Simon fastening a necklace around her neck with reverent care. My stomach dropped

(Sharon Jackson) Since she wanted to take a look, I fished out my ring for her to see and put it on the table, these ring are not the Dimensional Storage ring one, it’s just a normal ring that were previously and enchanted accessories that capable of releasing a tier 2 magic [Healing Light] it, just a golden ring that were shape like a hundreds little vines intertwine with each other and there’s a high quality and the shiniest diamond with a round cut and it’s actually a 12 carat one. The elegance and the intricate beautiful design of the ring immediately drew the attentions of everybody in the room.

Inside, nestled delicately against the soft interior, lay the chain necklace they had bought earlier at the mall. But there was more. Alongside the necklace was a beautiful white gold ring, its intricate design shimmering under the soft light. The band was adorned with tiny diamonds, their sparkle reflecting the emotions flooding through Isla. The ring was a symbol of something deeper, something that transcended material possessions—it was a promise.

[ K A B I R ' S P O V ] "This ring?" I nodded at the ring jeweler was pointing at. It was the perfect ring for my bookworm, delicate and yet screamed the innocence she held in her face. "It's expensive." I arched my brows to him, curled my lips into a smirk. "Did I ask about the price?" He shook his head and took the princess cut ring out with a solitaire in the middle. Her previous warnings came back on how to not buy an expensive ring. Stupid girl. How could I choose something less for her?

Inside the box were three rings. "Will you marry me?" The view of the rings in the warm light of the candles made the rings even more charming. Bianca couldn’t understand why there were three rings, but even after a quick look, she could say which one was supposed to be hers. The smaller one with the writing: Crow. But right then, her eyes noticed another writing: Crowolf. The ring looked out of this world, filled with some difficult-to-name force, emanating from the round shape and the writing itself. It shone in the flames of the candles as if it were alive.

'' She asked with a doubtful voice. Lisa noticed the doubt from both her eyes and voice. She placed her right hand on the table and gestured for Naomi to look. Naomi did as gestured and noticed a plain and normal looking ring that was worn in her ring finger. Seeing how there wasn't anything special on it, she looked at LIsa again. "That's a spatial ring. With that, you can store things inside and it's much more convenient to use than carrying a bag around." Lisa explained. Naomi's eyes went wide as she stared again at the ring at her finger and at Lisa herself, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"I'm looking for something lasting." She reached past me — close, closer than necessary — to adjust a bolt on the shelf behind me, and when her hand withdrew, something small and hard pressed briefly into my palm before disappearing. I closed my fingers around it without looking down. "The indigo will last," she said. "If you're careful." I thanked her and moved on. Maren followed. I did not open my hand. We were three stalls away before my fingers could identify it by feel: a ring. Small. Thin band. And threaded through it, folded to the width of a fingernail, a strip of paper.

He put her hand to his lips and kissed it gently as he said, “Don’t take the ring off. It’s our wedding ring.” Nora shook her head and said, “It’s better to take it off. It’s too big, and it’s inconvenient for me to wear it. What if I accidentally lose it?” Nora looked at her ring. She had no idea how many carats this diamond ring was, but it was as big as a pigeon egg. She probably would not dare to go shopping while wearing such a ring out of fear that someone would steal it from her. Julian did not take her seriously and said, “We can buy a new one if you lose it.”

One sentence, One impossible sentence engraved inside the ring. Welcome back, Elara Hale.