Paperclip Ring Novels & Stories

"I'd love to Nicole, that would be unbelievable!!" She walked over to the table, opened a drawer, and got something out – it looked like some kind of small silver, ringed contraption. Is it another chain, I silently wondered. She walked back toward me, looking me right in the eye. She dangled the contraption in front of my eyes. It appeared to be comprised of several steel rings, seven or so, that were fastened together with thin straps of leather. It was dark, but to my eyes it appeared the steel rings were of differing sizes, getting smaller from one end to the other.

Then he took her hand and picked the ring as he slid it into her finger. Zoe couldn't describe the happiness she felt. Happy tears filled in her eyes as she looked at the gorgeous ring on her hand. It was a rose gold ring and there were little two roses which were holding the beautiful pearl between them and there were two pink diamonds too in the middle of the roses.

They look great, I'm so glad she still uses them. "I feel likes it's missing something. I'm trying to find one of my rings but I think I left it at home" She sighs in defeat. She already has on her small daisy ring, I don't think she ever even takes that one off. "Here, will this work?" I slip off my gold ring and hold it out to her. She looks at me doubtfully before grinning and taking it out of my hand. It's a small gold band I got when my grandfather died ten years ago, I wear it on my pinky because that's the only finger it will fit on. Amelia tries it on a few different fingers before settling on the fourth one, grinning as it slides on perfectly.

praised the manager. "This ring is the latest release from our store. A special limited edition," he added. Cyra was even more surprised upon hearing the manager's words. She didn't expect that her choice would be the most expensive. The store manager then ordered his staff to measure the ring on their ring fingers. It turned out that both rings fit Cyra and Felix's ring fingers perfectly. "Young Master, Young Miss, the makeup room is ready for both of you," the manager announced. "Very well ... Thank you for the information, Madam," Assistant Peter replied.

I worked on paper now. No screens. No files. Nothing that could be copied by whatever mechanism Alessia had weaponized against me. The design came together slowly at first, then all at once—the way real work does when you stop second-guessing yourself. A ring. The band was braided rose gold, thin as a whisper, wrapping around itself in a pattern that suggested something alive. The setting held a white gold orchid, petals cupped around a violet diamond so deep in color it looked like frozen wine.

A slow, wicked smirk spreads across my face. I move carefully, sliding out from under his arm. He grumbles but doesn’t wake. I straddle his hips, grab one thick wrist, and guide it toward the cuff. “Little Birdie,” he groans, eyes cracking open just a slit. I push him flat on his back and go to snap the cuff around his wrist but freeze. There’s a ring on my finger. A stunning black-band platinum ring with a blood-red ruby that catches the dim light like it’s alive.

“I can take care of him myself. Thank you so much.” “What… what do you want? I will give you anything. Anything you ask for,” pleaded Vittore. “I want Auction Ring,” said Renata/Afanasiia. “Yes, yes, I will give you an auction ring. I will make you, so money from the auction ring that you won’t be able to count. You can sleep on money, eat on money, walk on money. I will give you the auction ring, anything,” Vittore didn’t waste any time and promised her the auction ring.

I asked. Without any warning, he slipped something into my ring finger—something small and cold, like a piece of metal. I retreated my hand away and looked at what he had placed on my finger. "A ring?" I said, confused. Axel chuckled at my reaction. He pinched my cheeks for a second. "You're so cute, baby. Yes, it's a ring." I tilted my head to the side as I observed the ring on my finger. It was thin, delicate, and it had a small piece of diamond in the middle. In other words, it was simply beautiful.

Alisha said, sounding very proud of herself. Alyssa give him his hunters licence. Then fished out two rings from the pouch she was holding. The first ring which she called the storage ring was a simple Silver ring crested with serpentine stone. The second ring was a golden signet ring. The signet was a figure of a man shackled with chains.

Archangel Saint Michael Church, 1941. I place the photo back, and turn the page. The next photo is of the same woman, a portrait of her standing alone in her wedding dress, holding a cascade of white lilies. Unlike before, she’s not smiling here. Here her expression is veiled, cautious. I study the picture, wondering what it is exactly that I’m looking for anyway, when I spot it. There’s a glinting silver ring wrapped around her finger, just below the golden wedding band. A ring in the shape of a scaled serpent biting its own tail.