Paperclip Ring Novels & Stories

Each page bore faint pencil marks, eraser smudges, handwritten notes in the margins. Seraphina sat forward in her chair, a fine mechanical pencil in her hand. Her brows were slightly furrowed—not in stress, but in concentration. In front of her was the central piece of the collection. A ring. But not an ordinary one. She was sketching a hybrid setting—traditional claw prongs holding a central oval-cut sapphire, but instead of the usual symmetrical frame, she was integrating micro-pavé diamonds in an asymmetrical constellation pattern. Not random.

Dye naturally saw that his president seemed very interested in this Fan Qixing, and silently lamented his tragic fate. Alas, the president seems to be abducted. 'Well, in that case, let's start shooting.' Cassie briefly introduced the two of them first. This pair of girlfriends is inspired by her and a new product developed by the company. The ring is very beautiful. The white one, with a pair of white wings printed on it, is hollowed out and carved, making it more delicate. The black one, printed with a pair of black swans, is even more mysterious and noble.

"They have a unique wire hook clasp on each so that, say, if I wanted to clasp your hands behind your back or to a special ring, I can do it and weave the clasp into the ring or another clasp, and it's next to impossible for the wearer to unclasp it unless they can see what they are doing. Since the clasp is often high overhead or behind their back, it's not easily done. It makes it easier for me to undo it and move you into different positions faster. It's so much better than fumbling with a padlock and keys." I looked and saw what he meant. There was a small, intricate-looking weave of rounded metal shaped like a hook but with twists that would quickly get caught up in a ring or other hook

Living the life she'd planned before I'd derailed everything. I'd given her nothing but pain. I pulled the rings out of my pocket now. Held them up to the lamplight. Two circles. Worn smooth in places from years of being worn. From being taken off. From being held. From meaning something. Mine had a small dent. From when I'd hit it against a desk during a meeting three years ago. Mia's had a scratch. From catching it on a doorframe in our old kitchen. I set them on the nightstand. Next to the ring box.

I opened it and stared down at the contents, my eyebrows wriggling up and down. A vibrating cock ring? Black, sober, made of top quality silicon, but still a double ring with a padded triangle that ended in a tapered ribbed tip. The power button was on the back of the pad, right by what looked like the lid to a gap for a clock battery and the tiny plug for the USB charger.

But I am me and me is a fucking bad brat of the devil himself. I did not answer them for a long time and kept a poker face as I saw them shift uneasily as they held a joint ring in front of me. The ring was beautifully designed. It was dragon shaped and and the eyes of the dragon had blue sapphires set on it while a huge diamond solitaire stood in the middle depicting the open mouth of the dragon with rubies surrounding the body of the dragon. The ring must cost the fortunes of atleast five packs together ! Were they fucking serious to entrust their fortune on my fingers !!

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.

I watch as she places a box on the counter and then opens the lid so that I can take in the rings that sit there. Immediately, I spot it—the one that would work perfectly. It is a simple diamond with opal accents around it, but something about it just screams Avery. "This one," I grin, pulling the ring from the box. "Will do perfectly." "Great," the clerk claps. "Then allow me to have it properly sized. Do you know the size of the lucky lady's finger?" "Seven," I respond immediately, remembering just how thin and graceful her fingers truly were. "That should be her size."

And yet… I still ran. I slide the ring off my finger and hold it in my palm. It’s not the same one he gave Sophia. Hers was massive, gaudy, looked like a prop from a cheap soap opera. But this one… this one is perfect. Delicate but bold. And he had it inscribed: Love at First Sight – S&D.

I sighed, “I need a few more minutes and some water before I can go again.” He chuckled and kissed each finger on my left hand. “I know, but I have something for you.” “I thought you already gave it to me,” I chuckled back. He slipped something on my left ring finger. “This is something you can show off.” He gently bit that finger, and brought it up where I could look at it. He’d placed a ring made out of a silvery metal that could have been white gold or platinum. In the middle was a large, square cut diamond with two smaller round diamonds on either side of the large center stone. The space in the band surrounding the smaller round diamonds had what looked like diamond dust in filigree pat