Novel Ringan Novels & Stories

The night wrapped around their home like a soft, comforting blanket. When Michelle held the ring Raymond gave her, she felt a surge of emotions. The diamond sparkled in the candlelight, as if the universe was celebrating with her. As she examined the ring, she noticed a small, unique gem in the center. It glowed with a magical light beyond a regular diamond. Looking at Raymond with her heart beating fast, she began to understand.

Now I will spend more time on us and less on the criminals. As she listened, Bethany detailed the ring on her left ring finger. A white gold band lined with diamonds. -Is this our engagement ring? -she said in a low voice. The man glanced briefly at the accessory on her finger. -Yeah. -Where's mine? -Ciro stopped to look at it.

Closing his eyes, he whispered, "Now go in the other pocket." O-kay. Dipping my hand inside the denim, my fingers closed around... No. Oh God. A...ring. I pulled it out and stared at it, my heart pounding. It was a delicate gold band. A wavy design around a square-shaped diamond kept the ring from being plain. A cluster of tiny opals dotted the gem on both sides, making it unique and...beautiful. Best of all, it was inlaid and not princess cut so I wouldn't bang it around or catch it on something while tending bar.

Scott put on her usual insincere smile and said, "Go on." "I want to leave Tristan." Tristan, who happened to appear at the door right then, froze. The ring he was holding dropped out of his hand and rolled over to the bed. Staring at me in sheer disbelief, he stammered, "C-Claudia? You want to leave me?" He picked up the ring before kneeling by the bed, saying, "I've gotten the ring back. Please don't be mad at me anymore, okay? I was wrong for what I did. I was blind to believe that bitch! Don't leave me, please?"

One small step—and the rest comes naturally. She touches the crystal ring on her finger now. Simple, not fancy. No brand, no memories attached. Just something she grabbed one afternoon from a tiny street shop. Just something to hide the paler skin beneath, that permanent dent of a ring that meant too much for too long. But she likes this new ring. It’s hers. Chosen with no one else in mind. No one else’s taste. No compromises. It’s independent. Free. Just for her. Herself.

But only one of them caught Nikolai's eyes. This particular ring has a circular blue diamond in the middle, surrounded by several smaller white diamonds. The ring looked both delicate and classy. He knows that this ring would suit Ivy. "Pack this one in size..." he gave the details of Ivy's finger size which he has known for a while now. Then he instructed the sales assistant to engrave their names behind the band. After half an hour, Nikolai and Richard walked out of the store with the ring. "Nik, when are you going to propose to her?" Richard asked again, unable to hide his curiosity.

Although she don't want to admit it, Antaotao, wearing a red dress skirt, is really beautiful. Her pure white gentleness, in front of her became as pale as water, as if no matter what she did, she would no longer attract the attention of others. Shen Chan clasped her hand and pretended to be calm. "The ring on my sister-in-law's finger is really beautiful. Is it pigeon red?" At the Lu family banquet, she had already noticed the ring on an Taotao's hand, which was blood red and dazzling, and made people want to keep it for themselves. Ann taotao hang her eyes, looked at the ring , she usually don't wear, only to attend the party will wear. It's too expensive. An Taotao looked at Mr. king and

“You know, even if he doesn’t need it now, it could be a good starting point a few years from now. By then, Mayoko will have forgotten she even bought something here, and we won’t have to borrow anything.” “Yeah, makes sense.” My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say next. “What was the ladybug ring like?” I asked. “It was a tiny red plastic ladybug with eight dots on its wings. It looked like it was about to take off,” she smiled. “I hadn’t worn it for years before it broke.” “And what kind of ring would you want instead?” I asked curiously. She laughed. “I’ve never imagined anything,” she said, sitting beside me while getting dressed. “As you know, there haven’t been many suito

Anthony really bagged himself a goddess. She turned toward me, her smile lazy and tipsy but still somehow dazzling. “You gonna keep up, future bride, or are we calling it a night?” I let out a giggle. “You wanna see something?” I asked, lifting my hand with exaggerated grace. The lights above caught the ring on my finger—the very same ring that had nearly given me a panic attack when it first slid on. I wiggled my fingers like a magician pulling off a trick. “Bam! Look at that! That’s not just any ring. That’s a Lennox ring.”