Paperclip Ring Novels & Stories

He was laughing at something someone off-camera said, the unguarded laugh of a kid who has briefly forgotten to be watchful. Then a hand entered the frame. Sophia's breath stopped. The hand was reaching for a water glass. It was in the frame for four seconds before it withdrew. Long enough. She paused the video. Zoomed in as far as the image quality allowed. A ring. Silver band. Flat black stone. The kind of ring that wasn't produced in multiples, that belonged to exactly one person, that she had seen on exactly one hand every single day for the past year. On someone in this house.

“Now for one of your surprises.” He opened a small square package with his teeth. It looked suspiciously like a condom. He dumped something into the palm of his hand. She stared at it, perplexed. It wasn’t a condom. It was a pink rubber ring about the size of a condom though. On one edge, it had a pill-shaped attachment. “Is that…” “A cock ring, with a special part for your enjoyment.” She shook her head. “You don’t need it.” He grinned wickedly and crushed the ring in his hand. It started vibrating. “I think you’ll like this.”

I smile at her happiness. It’s a silver band with one larger diamond in a high setting, an intricate woven cage holding it. Nothing too large, but not too small that it would be gossiped about. I pull out the other ring out of the box, mine. It is a simple silver band, a ring of crimson around the middle and engraved with our names. She seems pleased by it as she takes it and slides on my finger and I do the same for her.

The sleeves were made of lace, embroidered with little flowers. As I turned around, the back opened, ending just above my lower back, revealing my back ultimately. The top clip held a chain that held both sun and moon, the centre of each symbol, holding a crystal. My necklace and ring glowed perfectly against my skin. My makeup was light and highlighted my eyes and freckles. My hair wrapped perfectly, pinned with pearl clips. Pieces of baby's breath wrapped throughout my hair.

Once secured, I give the entire piece a final inspection, cleaning off any smudges or fingerprints from handling. After finishing the necklace, I turn my attention to the ring and earrings, making sure they complement the centerpiece perfectly. The ring design calls for a smaller version of the floral pattern from the necklace. I select a miniature sapphire for the center, flanked by tiny emerald leaves and diamond accents. It needs to mirror the necklace's elegance while standing out on its own. I carefully set each stone, ensuring they're snug and secure. Adjusting the settings under the magnifying lamp, I strive for precision, knowing even a slight misalignment could throw off the balance

Eliot hit play. The video was grainy and of low quality. But there was Sasha, pacing. Arms folded, looking around like she was waiting for something. Or someone. Then a figure walked into the frame. Tall. Hoodie on. The face turned away from the camera. Eliot leaned in. The figure moved a little, just enough for the light to catch on something, a silver ring. On their right hand. Thick band. A tiny dent on the side. That ring. Eliot’s eyes widened.

spoke to the heart of the paperclip’s journey, a testament to the power of patience and presence. Ren, with her keen eye for detail, noticed the subtle changes in the paperclip’s position. She was intrigued by the idea that it might have a story to tell, a narrative that transcended words. Her addition to the spiral, the faint loop of pencil scratches, linen unfolding, and someone exhaling after remembering, was a tribute to the paperclip’s silent communication. She named it “Bend Me Gently,” a gentle reminder that even the most fragile things could withstand the test of time if treated with care.

He stands back smirking laying them in a row at the foot of the bed. I get up and look them over, one is white leather with a gold clip, I like it, it's basic. I look at the next one seeing its red leather, with a circle ring, I don't really like the color. I look at the last one seeing its black leather, circle ring, I turn it and seeing 'Kitten' is written on the side, and I pick it up. My heart slams into my chest, making me hold my breath, I've always loved when he calls me Kitten, I like this one.

Too late. One yank of my good hand, and sitting in the pen tray, on top of the paperclips, is a box that's been opened and very carefully closed again. A ring. Not that kind of ring. If it was I’d be back at my own apartment already, double bolting the door behind me. A thick black silicone kind of ring, with a bump on one side and, according to the box, three speeds. Neither of us breathes. "So," I say. “This looks interesting.”

Wait that is an amazing idea. "Oh okay... Let me handle this personally right this way President Jacobs" I tell him I lead them into my office, and we spend about two hours creating two rings both will be titanium (silver) They are a set the female ring will be two rings the first one has a 4.9 carat diamond all around the ring there are tiny blue and white stones. the second ring is covered in blue and white diamonds. The male thing is an 8mm titanium (silver) with a mate finish with blue diamonds in the middle that goes all the way around.