Novel Ringan Novels & Stories

He gently takes my hand in his. It is indeed a dreamy moment. I feel tingles on the surface of my arms as he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb. "You should not roam around with empty fingers when you say you're married, people will doubt us. You can wear this ring now." He slowly moves the ring into my finger till the end of it. I admire the design and daintiness of the ring with my eyes. The design is magnificent. It has one big diamond in the middle and a small star at one side filled with mini diamonds. The ring is gracing my hand.

I ask. "You happened," he says simply. "You always happen to my plans." He reaches into his jacket pocket. The ring is not in a box. Just in his hand, held between his fingers, and he opens his hand and I look at it and my breath does something it has never done before. It is not what I would have chosen for myself. It is way better. Simple band, rose gold, with a single oval stone that is not a diamond, something older and more interesting, the colour of deep water, catching the Sunday light through the east window and doing something with it that makes it look alive.

“Would you like suggestions, Miss?” “Yes, please,” I said nervously. She began pulling out trays and showing me different styles while Jacob offered his own opinions. “That one suits your hand,” he said while pointing to a delicate silver band. “No, that one is prettier,” I argued softly. He chuckled. “You are asking the wrong man. I think you would make any ring beautiful.” The assistant laughed. “Alpha Jacob may be biased.” “Very biased,” he agreed. Eventually, one ring caught my eye. It was white gold with a large oval moonstone in the center surrounded by tiny diamonds. The stone shimmered with blue and silver beneath the light like moonlight trapped in crystal.

I've ignored everyone except for Emma and I've still barely talked to her. The ring has a large center diamond, maybe four carats? Five? There are several smaller diamonds on either side of the princess cut stone. Baguettes outline the edges and an eternity band makes itself clearly visible. "Blake, I'm going to destroy this ring. I'm so..." I tilt my head to the side, trying to find the right words. "I'm very clumsy and I tend to break things. That's the reason I don't have any potentially breakable things in my apartment," I comment dryly. "Are you sure you want to give me a real one?"

But Chris insisted on me wearing this ring, which I had no idea where he got from. “I already have plenty of jewelry at home. Why did you buy another one?” I looked at my finger, where a delicate ring with a vine-like design wrapped around it, featuring a small gemstone in the center. It looked simple compared to my other rings, but the design was intricate yet understated at the same time. The ring looked intricate, with vines woven into its main structure—forming a circle with two interconnected shapes. It resembled a thorny vine wrapping around the main band, where a small gemstone was set in the center.

Not believing what is happening, I sip my juice and look at the four rings that are on the table in front of us. When the Lord returns and opens the display Oliver automatically takes out a pair of rings. “I liked these.” He says taking a pair of gold rings, part of the ring is matte and the feminine one has a detail in diamond stones. "Are beautiful," I say looking at the rings. “Did you like it? It will never leave your finger again.” Oliver says and I feel the butterflies in my stomach. “I liked them, they're a little thick, I think, I mean, my hand is small and so are my fingers...” I say looking at the rings.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have cycled through four potential brides like we were completing some sick checklist. Owen frowned, his expression serious. "At Mr. Vance's banquet, the four of you occupied an entire table. He glanced over once and said the owner of the ring is among the four women of the Lowe family. There's no mistake." Wearing a slightly smug expression, he passed the ring over and suggested, "Why don't you try it on, one by one?" My stepsister, Mia Lowe, who was always obsessed with appearances, recoiled. "I'm allergic to diamonds. I'd probably break out and die on the spot."

She read the title and smiled, the picture of the ring on the book cover rose her curiosity, with trembling hands she opened the first page and read what was written there. “This is the perfect chance to learn about this mysterious ring,” She murmured picked the book and hide it at her chest. With her arms crossed around the chest, she walked out of the penthouse with a happy face. Omega Yna was fortunate that no one was outside and everyone had returned to the respective rooms. She walked hurriedly to her room and locked the door behind her.

“They’re a bit... overwhelming for my taste. I prefer something simpler, I think.” Edwin nodded, not looking disappointed. “You’ve always had good taste. Let’s keep walking.” As we continued down the street, we passed an antique shop. Something in the window caught my eye, and I stopped to look closer. There, nestled among various trinkets and old jewelry, was a beautiful antique ring. It was delicate and unique, with a small ruby surrounded by intricate silver work. The band was thin and elegant, with tiny floral engravings. I found myself drawn to it, unable to look away. It was perfect—not too flashy, but still elegant and special. I could almost imagine how it would feel on my finger…

Returning her focus to the heavy-set man, she saw him fumbling with something in his pocket. He produced a tiny ring that was completely unique and different from anything she had ever seen. The band was thick, crafted from a pitch-black metal, it held a deep red stone in its center, and was embellished with eerie, mysterious symbols. With deliberate motion, he slipped the ring unto his finger, causing the rare gemstone to momentarily sparkle in the dim light. Claire was intrigued, but she kept her questions to herself. Except one. "Where are we going?" She asked, her voice breaking the tense silence.