Novel Ringan The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

“Until you let me change that ring for a diamond one.” I stared at him blankly. One person started laughing, and then more and more people joined in. It was pretty clear to everyone else but me what he was talking about. “An engagement ring, Elodie.” Jax said each word slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. “Or a wedding band.” ***The End of book 1!! Book 2 and Dion and Lola's story is up next ***

If I’ve learned anything, it’s to hold on and never give up because if you hold on long enough, you just might get the life you always wanted. THE END Nalani and Julian’s story may be over, but Irina’s story has just begun in book 2, Coveted But Unseen.

After seeing Clement and his parents off with Mom and Dad, I rubbed my tired eyes. Before going to bed, I checked my phone and came across a new post from Celine. Her posts were only visible to me. The photograph captured two intertwined hands, each with a custom ring on their ring finger. The caption read, "Jay put it on me—slipped it on my finger himself. I'm over the moon!" I had spent almost half a year designing those rings. They were one of a kind, and he had given them to Celine without the slightest concern for me.

The lights went up over the trees and the music started again, and Elena slid the ring round her finger with her thumb to feel that it was real. It was real. The End

Elijah bounced right up from the floor. “What did you just call her?” I took over the conversation. “Let me introduce you. This is my husband, Julian Grey.” “Julian? You’re the one from the black market back then…” “Yes, that was me. I happened to be right there when you dumped her into that hellhole.” He walked over to my side, dropped to one knee, and gently took my hand in his. “Nora saved my life in the black market. She gave me the half loaf of bread she had hidden on her, and because she helped me, the guards in the black market tortured her twice as hard.”

But probably more intriguing was that when one gave it a more detailed look, Javani no longer had any rings, and Mary’s one ring now looked different. “Take one last look Vani” she said, blood slowly trickling out his mouth and his quiet moans becoming more audible “Our home is crumbling before our very eyes. The apocalypse that was prophesied isn’t coming” she leaned in, and whispered into his ear, “It’s here.” Then in one swift move, she twisted it. At that exact moment, his lifeless body plummeted to the floor. She took a deep breath in, closing her eyes, and then exhaled. When she opened her eyes, there was nothing left, but darkness. She let out a devilish smile. “Missed you babe”

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.

Wordlessly Aleksei released her from his grip, reached inside his suit, and fished out a small black case resembling a ring box. He forced it in her free hand and ordered her to open it. "No, I won't!" Eden shook her head. Her shrill voice drew a few stares from the group milling about, but not one person came to her aid. They all knew better than to interfere in mob business. "It wasn't a request," he carried on in that same cold voice matching his icy stare. She reluctantly popped the lid, a thin line of sweat trickling down her spine as her blood ran cold. But it's not the sight of the bullet nestled inside the velvet cushion that slowed her heart rate to a painfully slow pace. It's the i

It was over for me. .... Months and days had passed since the Long War had ended. I wandered the cities of the Empire, searching solace in drink, in women and in food. Money was plentiful. The war had made sure of that. My brothers had both made investments and I was their sole collector. So I did exactly that, investing and binging, enjoying life as I drowned the sorrows of my memories. Then I met him, he was a strange man. Boisterous, glutonnous and too lecherous for my hypocrisy to tolerate.

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.