Onyx Ladies Rings Novels & Stories

Axel and I stood in front of the counter, Axel put his elbows on the window and crossed his arms while the girl pulled out several boxes of velvet containing different patterns of rings. "Which do you like more than, my love?" I asked Axel with perhaps too much emphasis. "The one you sure like, mon amour," Axel said, looking at me. "Well," I said, nodding with satisfaction, looking again at the wedding rings before me, paying the utmost attention to every single model. A pair was gilded. A single bright gold circle reflected the strobe lights of the store. Another pair was rose gold, with a heart-shaped diamond in the circle's center.

" I would know once I see it I guess " " Okay then , any particular design or stone ?" " A black diamond or a gold band , something that isn't too flashy " The girl pulled out some rings , a certain row with black diamonds and the other with gold bands , Seraphina picked one with a gold band that had a beautiful black diamond resting in it , she paid for it and decided to wait for Samira at the lounge , after waiting for a few minutes she got bored and decided to browse the store hoping to find something eye catching when she heard a shrill voice yelling

Due to its cat-eye effect, the gap between the two rings formed the digit ‘1’. It signified ‘the one and only’. The rings gleamed differently than ordinary gemstone rings; it was a crystal clear jade green. Charmine could tell right away that these were the alexandrite rings from Monster Museum! It looked jade-green during the day, dark and elegant, but it was fiery, ruby red at night. The mysterious man who bought the pair was Anthony all along!

Who would have expected that it is such a science. I looked at the glass display case in front of the saleswoman and studied the rings on display for a moment. And it didn't even last three seconds. I was instantly intrigued, just like Tate was in the parking lot. I pointed my index finger to a silver ring with a larger deep red stone and two white ones on the sides. “This one. That's him.” I nodded in satisfaction. The saleswoman reached into the display case and pulled out the entire canvas to place it on top. She took out the selected piece and handed it to me. "That's white gold. The stone in the middle is a natural garnet. And the tiny side ones are diamonds.”

However, her and Lord Easton went far back in their shared histories, long before she was ever a Queen; nonetheless, she would not underestimate him being another royal. As such, of course, he was someone she considered to be somewhat of an equal in many ways, although not all. "I am so glad that you could join this evening. As I understand, are there items of business which you want to discuss?" Lord Easton took Lady Nox's hand and kissed the large steel ring, bejewelled with onyx that was so dark it seemed to absorb the light from around it. "The Lady of Ravens is looking remarkable this night." This was a customary practice of any harpy Queen, although usually in more formal and public se

Kingston I had never imagined myself standing in a boutique tucked inside a back alley of the werewolf quarter, cradling a small velvet box like it contained the moon itself. The jeweler, a stooped old human, had nodded when I told him what I wanted: something worthy of a woman who doesn’t know how worthy she is. The ring he created wasn’t gaudy. It was simple, elegant. A pale silver band, delicately shaped like intertwining vines, with a single opal in the center that shimmered in refracted rainbows when it was in certain lights.

“Use those funds for business attire, Miss St. Claire. What I’m buying are your evenings-with-me ensembles, Nikki. And I must say… You and Miss Fernsby have knocked the selection out of the park tonight.” His gaze eases over me, admiringly. Heatedly. I’m wearing a curve-hugging, black, one-shouldered mini. The neckline scoops artistically toward the shoulder that’s covered, and the long sleeve tightly flows downward, gathering a tad in places and ending midway across my hand, all with dramatic flair. I’m holding an onyx-died ostrich clutch with a wide, shiny platinum trim along the edge of the flap. On the hand of my bare arm is a striking onyx-and-platinum ring that stands out on my middle

"Get some sleep, we can talk after." She slid her ring off, Onyx instantly purring as her hair returned to its black-as-night nature, her eyes glowing to their green extremes, and her scent knocking into us. It held a certain thickness to it, like the air of danger before a bad thunderstorm, prickling with the promise of lightning and heavy with the promise of fresh rain. She paused, searching for a place to put her ring, knowing that Onyx would destroy it the first chance he got. "I won't let him touch it," I whispered.

Yaslyn said, giving them a brief introduction afterward. The concept was Yaslyn's inspiration, featuring a pair of rings developed by her company. The rings were exceptionally beautiful, with the white one adorned with a pair of pristine wings in delicate, hollow-carved detail, while the black one showcased a pair of black swans, adding an air of mystery and elegance. Naturally, the spokesperson's aura needed to match the rings. Yaslyn thought Roselyn would suit the black one better due to her calm presence. However, after seeing Skylar, her perspective quickly shifted.

We sit next to each other and a girl serves juice in elegant glasses, then the Lord brings us the display of promise rings, he places them on the table in front of us, sits down, and opens the display. “You can choose small, choose the one you like best,” Oliver says and I look at the display. There are so many options and the Lord informs me that they are made of white gold, everything is divided by models and sizes, there is not even a price on things and I am in doubt whether or not to ask the value, I know that Oliver is filthy rich, but no I know how much he intends to spend. “These are pretty, do you like them?” I ask Oliver, taking a pair, my ring has several diamond dots and is beaut