Paperclip Ring Novels & Stories

“You should have heard him afterwards. He was so mad: ‘I’m a freakin’ bodyguard, not a bubblegum machine attendant.’” He held out his hand to me. In his palm was a tiny ring, meant for a child, and obviously cheap: a plastic diamond surrounded by two smaller blue stones that were supposed to be sapphires. The ring band was gold-colored metal. It wasn’t even one continuous circle; instead, there were overlapping prongs, so it could be bent to fit the finger of a three-year-old or a preteen girl. But it was beautiful. I would have given my right arm to have a ring like that when I was five years old. Even now, it was lovely in its innocent beauty.

I notice the plain gold band she's wearing on her right ring finger and something inside me twists. It's not from Cielo though. That's not his style. He'd want flashy. This is too simple. Too beneath him. The expensive tennis bracelet on her wrist catches my eye. That's more him. I pick up her wrist to look at it, find the inscription on the clasp. A heart with a C inside it. How creative.

The woman smiled and pulled out the ring, “Do you know what size you are, dear?” She asked me. I shrugged; I don’t typically wear jewelry, so I never bothered getting measured. The lady smiled, pulled out a contraption that looked almost like a finger-sized guillotine, and slid one by one on my ring finger until she found the one that fit me perfectly. “Looks like you are an eight and a half.” When she pulled off the ring, she glanced at the tag with a smile, “And it seems like this ring is that exact size.”

She glanced over the articles on those pages: Interviews with influential people, food and drink reviews, and beauty products. Jade pinched the dust cover and then pulled the fabric back, revealing the entry table items. She gently let it fall to the floor as a jewelry dish came into view. The center of it held a diamond ring, which she presumed was real, and a bracelet. She held the dainty chain over her palm and examined the small charm attached to it. It was in the shape of a small dog, possibly a Yorkie.

As they reached their seats, their hands still clasped together, the applause reached a crescendo. The master of ceremonies announced the ring exchange, and Donatella and Mikhail stepped forward, their eyes locked in a cold gaze. Mikhail took Donatella's hand, his fingers brushing against hers as he slid the silver ring onto her finger. The ring sparkled with a 2-carat diamond, surrounded by intricate filigree and smaller diamonds that danced around the band. Mikhail's expression was equally cold, his eyes narrowing slightly as he released her hand.

His were shaking. "Harlow Vance," he said. "Kael Hawthorne," I said back, smiling through tears. "I do not have a ring," he said. "I had one ordered, custom, it is sitting in a safe in my office and I cannot get to it because the press is camped outside the hospital and—" "Kael." "Let me finish." He reached into the pocket of his ruined suit jacket and pulled something out. A paperclip. He bent it straight, then twisted it into a lopsided circle with fingers that would not stay still. "Marry me."

He didn't speak for a long beat. "Better?" she asked, smoothing the silk. Sion stood up, buttoning his jacket. He walked over to her, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a ring box—velvet, heavy, and definitely not a prop. He opened it to reveal a diamond so large it looked like a weapon.

The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric. The third is a slim gold chain that runs between the clamps, dipping low across her sternum like a necklace no one else can see unless the dress shifts just right. The fourth is thicker, heavier: a gold ring piercing her clit hood, freshly done this afternoon in a private clinic Victor owns. The barbell is short but the ring hangs below it, brushing her swollen nub with every step, sending electric jolts straight up her spine. The fifth and final ring is the largest: a wide, polished gold ba

It took me a moment to realize what he was doing, and when I did, my heart skipped a beat. “Is that…?” “A paper ring,” he said with a grin, holding it up proudly. “Just like the one I made for you when we were kids.” Tears filled my eyes again, and I reached out, letting him slip the paper ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, just like it had back then. “I know it’s not much,” he said softly, his voice turning serious. “But when we get back to the Pack, I’ll get you a real one. A proper ring. Something worthy of you.”

Camden rolled her eyes then giggled as she tapped his right hand. Clayton opened his hand to reveal a ring, causing Camden’s heart to skip a beat. Panic and surprise flickered across her face as she processed the sight. Clayton hurried to explain, “It’s not a big deal, it doesn’t mean anything. I didn't want to give it to you in a ring box because I didn't want you to panic. I know how you feel about the whole marriage thing.” Camden looked at the ring as it rested in his open palm. She wasn't sure whether she should touch it or not. It looked old, but she loved it immediately. In the center was a gorgeous round cut dark blue stone flanked by two triangular clear stones. Wrapped around the s