Pinkie Promise Sapphire Hale Novels & Stories

“But it will come to us. We aren’t in a rush.” I looked at the ring sparkling in the light. It was a silver band, embedded with diamonds all around, but the main piece, an azul sapphire, sitting in the middle of the ring, surrounded by metal that looked like the branches of a vine. It looked so mystical and stood out so well. “That reminds me,” Emily said, dropping her hand. “When is Nathan going to…” Nicki nudged Emily hard and she fell silent, her face red as she glared at Nicki. My face fell and my stomach churned.

Scarlet says. When Bethany continues to resist, Scarlet holds out her pinkie. “Bestie Promise. The only promise greater than a Bestie Promise is a promise to your mate. As long as no one is getting hurt, we won’t say a word,” Scarlet says. Sloane immediately hooks her pinkie with Scarlet’s. I’ve seen their necklaces. I didn’t truly understand what they meant until now. “Come on, Bethany, hook your pinkie with ours. You, too, Stephanie,” Scarlet says.

It was a six-inch cake, but she ate half before heading to bed. The next day, she was startled awake by a knock at the door. Rubbing her eyes, she shuffled over to answer it. It was Dominic. After just one night apart, his expression still carried traces of lingering anger, his face shadowed with frustration. Yet, when his gaze met hers, he forced a strained smile and pulled a diamond bracelet from his pocket. “Happy birthday. This is your gift. I drank too much yesterday and forgot to give it to you.” Valerie took one glance at the bracelet and instantly recognized it—it was the matching set to the diamond necklace Camilla had worn the night before.

She had already changed out of her ruined wedding dress, looking fresh and untouched, like the chaos earlier had never happened. I sat down across from her. "Ms. Lane, if you'd prefer better pastries, exit and turn right. There's a patisserie that charges a thousand per person. These are for employees. Not everyone qualifies." Sophie shot me a dirty look. "Who exactly do you think you are? Watch your tone." I smiled politely. "Avery Hale. Chairperson of this company." She snorted. "I don't care what fancy title you gave yourself. I'm here for the CEO, Lucas Reed. I'm his wife, and I'm pregnant. So, go get him—now."

Never where people can see and gossip. The card is embossed with a London crest. Miss Blake, I haven't been able to stop thinking about our meeting. Your brilliance deserves to be celebrated properly. Join me for dinner tonight at Le Bernardin. 8 PM. I've taken the liberty of making reservations. Yours in anticipation, Jake Hale My stomach drops. Attached to the card with a small velvet ribbon is a diamond pendant, easily five carats, with a platinum setting; this is the kind of jewelry that makes a statement.

“His pride won’t let him. Imagine having to admit to the entire pack that he got his ass handed to him by a woman. Yeah, we’re safe. For now.” She nods, some of the tension finally draining from her shoulders. “Alright… So what are we looking for again?” I hesitate. “A necklace. You weren’t at the party when I wore it.” “What did it look like?” “It’s delicate… silver chain, but the pendant is this blue sapphire. The kind that catches the light and shimmers like the ocean.” Jasmine tilts her head, thoughtful. Then she starts pulling books off shelves, muttering to herself. I follow her lead, scanning pages, flipping through volumes thick with dust and time. We move fast but carefully, the sil

she told them. “Can you tell us about your ring? It’s stunning,” another asked. “It’s a 3-carat princess cut white sapphire with white gold vines and six marquis diamonds within the vines. It was specially made by Gallperin Jewelers in New York City, designed by my husband,” she said, smiling proudly, looking over to Brayden. They asked about her outfit and shoes as well, and she answered without difficulty.

“Take that as a promise ring that whatever is going to happen, if we fight, have misunderstandings, and I’m sure we are gonna have many arguments, but promise me that you won’t give up on me—on us, Hailey.” “But promise ring doesn’t look like this. The stone is so big for my finger.” “Tell that to Emma.” I chuckled. She frowned. “Not funny.” “But a woman shouldn’t complain over a man’s choice of ring, should she?” I kissed her hand. “But I can’t wear this. I mean, this is an engagement ring, Percie.” “Yeah. It looks like it.” “This is an engagement ring. You can’t deny it.” I knew it was a three-carat FL clarity Emerald cut engagement ring in a platinum band.

She looks at me, her eyes awfully sad that it made the tiny little organ in my chest erratically shake my ribcage, twisting in disapproval. “Promise me,” she held out her pinky finger and I snorted at her action, not believing her, “Caelum, you have to promise me. Pinky swear that you will come back to me, and not leave me, ever.” I sighed, looking into her eyes as I laid my pinky over hers and twisted it, stamping her thumb, “I will come back to you and I promise that.” I flicked my hand after I have said the words, watching her as she faded back into the bush of roses.

“He’s upstairs, you know. Entertaining some big-time clients. Even if you did reach him, he wouldn’t bother coming down here just for you. And guess what—I already told him some desperate bitch was trying to cause trouble at Hale. He told me to handle it.” She pulled something from her pocket and held it up—letting it catch the dim overhead light. A diamond ring. No. The ring. The Hale heirloom. Passed from Cassian’s great-great-grandfather down through the generations. Worn only by the women destined to carry the family name. Now glinting coldly on her finger.