Paperclip Ring Novels & Stories

They were still the same copper rings, but the inside of the rings had been indeed engraved with their names. One was "Rosenberg", while the other was "Ismail". "They sent us the photo too." Lillian picked up a photo from the sofa and waved it in front of him. It was a photo of the two facing each other. The angle was nice, and so was the color gradient used. When he tossed the ring back to her, he made sure he didn't forget to spoil her mood. "What's there to be exhilarated about a ring like this?" "Well, why not? I think it's pretty cute." She slid one of them on her middle finger and, after admiring it with satisfaction, put the other back into the box and said, "It sounds like you don't

"I may have just the thing you need." He searches for something momentarily, then brings out a black velvet display case with three rings attached. "The first ring shoots out a precise laser that can mutilate any target. The second ring, transforms into a small knife. The third ring is very similar to the second one, however the tip of the blade is laced with a powerful paralytic. Temporarily paralyzing any attackers after contact." "The last one is exactly what I'm looking for." "Great it comes in a bunch of different designs. It's available with a simple stud, or a rose, or a star."

The cardboard resisted for a second, then gave way with a soft sound. I lifted the top. Inside was a small black velvet pouch. Nothing else. No padding. No paper. No note. My throat went dry. I reached in and picked up the pouch. It felt heavy for its size. I loosened the drawstring and tipped it over. Something metal dropped into my palm. A ring. Thick. Heavy. Old. Silver darkened at the edges. On its face was a carved symbol I knew even though I had never seen it this close. A double headed eagle.

“All right. We’re going to continue to detain you so if we catch him, you can identify him. What did the ring look like?” “It has a large ruby in the center with a diamond on either side. The band is gold,” she tells me. I nod, and using the mind-link, I relay the information to Mark, asking him, ‘Is there a pawn shop in Amityville?’ ‘Yeah, there are a ton of them,’ Mark tells me. ‘I’ll send local authorities to speak to all of the pawn shop owners. Maybe good ol’ Rob will try to sell it, and we’ll be able to catch him.’

he asked. Stella looked down and immediately fell in love with a ring that was half-polished and half-frosted. A cloud was carved on the ring, giving it a simple yet stylish look. "Is there a men's ring in this design?" Stella asked the owner eagerly. "Yes," the man replied, taking out the pair of rings to show her. "These are in standard sizes, but I can tailor them to your sizes if they don't fit right."

I turned my head ever so slightly as I forced myself to walk, seeing a male who had been at the last party sitting at a desk with a badge pinned to his chest and a bright red distinctive carnelian and gold ring on his pinky. I quickly turned my head back to Tulip and the female constable, praying deeply to the Goddess that the Constable would keep working and not look my way.

The stopped attendant politely spoke as she took me around the store. I stopped in front of the rings section when something caught my attention.. It was a beautiful couple's 0.7 carat diamond ring.. It was pretty basic and something which was more comfortable to wear.. “ Take that out..” I pointed at the rings and the attendant immediately took the rings out and placed them in front of me..

Closing his eyes, he whispered, "Now go in the other pocket." O-kay. Dipping my hand inside the denim, my fingers closed around... No. Oh God. A...ring. I pulled it out and stared at it, my heart pounding. It was a delicate gold band. A wavy design around a square-shaped diamond kept the ring from being plain. A cluster of tiny opals dotted the gem on both sides, making it unique and...beautiful. Best of all, it was inlaid and not princess cut so I wouldn't bang it around or catch it on something while tending bar.

I find a beer and the guys who got suckered into being here huddled around a football game on television. When she screams, I know she's seen it. Everyone stops what they're doing to look at her as she comes sliding across the floor before jumping into my arms with her legs around my waist. She shows me the ring, as if I didn't pick it out. The center stone is almost two carats, surrounded by a ring of tiny stones and encased on the sides in the same stones. "It's a crown!" she yells, although I suspect only Claire and I would really see it.

"It's just windy." Caspar stood nearby with a camera. After two years of training, his photos were still hit or miss, but at least he no longer shoved people to the edge of the frame. I held Mom Grace's hand and stood on the steps, flashing a peace sign at the camera. When the shutter clicked, the ring on my finger caught the sunlight. Mom Grace noticed at once, and her smile was impossible to hide. "Caspar has good taste." I looked down at the ring. There was no huge diamond or family crest, only a clean platinum band engraved inside.