Repunzel Promise Ring Novels & Stories

Yet here she was, unwavering in her proclamation. The priest spread his arms to his sides. “May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before these witnesses and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder.” He grinned. “It is time for the giving and receiving of rings.” “Oh,” Camila’s eyes grew wide. “I don’t have a ring.” “I have one.” We all turned to the unexpected voice. I stiffened, ready to reach for my gun.

But the energy around this chain did not sit right with me. Instantly, I took an snap of it and used g****e to search for it. The pictures and descriptions it brought up made me narrow my eyes. These were called Promise Pendants. What does that mean? ‘It means a man’s way of promising her that she would be his soon.’ I sat still, my eyes going over the pendant one more time. The girl I was in love with was already promised to another man.

Turns out his mate was also an avid gamer and didn’t just repair random objects for her old pack. The morning of her birthday dawned and he was so excited to give her the gift he had got specifically for her. It was a promise ring he’d had specially made for her. It was a white gold and rose gold ring, each color crossing over the other to form one side of a heart and in the center was both their birth stones; a peridot for her and a ruby for him. It was a beautiful creation and he couldn’t wait to give it to her.

Andre’s eyes locked onto hers, and for a second, it was as if the world held its breath. No music, no clapping. Just the sound of two hearts beating synchronously. “I wanted to do this the right way,” Andre said, voice low and rough. “You’ve given me a reason to believe in something again. And this…” he reached into the dish and pulled out the ring, “this is the first promise. I’m keeping it.” Tears welled up in her eyes as he slid the ring onto her finger—a delicate silver band with a single diamond that caught the light just right.

It was the silver infinity symbol with diamonds filling the space of those connected elongated circles. “By the look on your face, I can tell you are seriously freaked out here Amber. But let me put your mind at ease, Love. This is a promise ring. My promise to you that I love you and one day, when the timing is right, when both of us are ready for what comes next, I will be proposing.” Amber exhaled deeply, “I’m sorry Leo. It was just all so sudden there. But the ring is gorgeous. And I would be honored to wear it. Because I feel the same way.”

“Adrian…?” He didn’t kneel. He didn’t make a show of theatrics. Instead, he leaned forward, his elbows on the table, the ring box resting between them. His voice, when it came, was steady but warm, the kind of tone that slipped past walls and cut straight to the heart. “It’s not an engagement ring,” he said quietly, holding her gaze as though daring her to look away. “It’s a promise ring.” She swallowed, and her hands trembled where they lay on the tablecloth.

The sincerity in his gaze was undeniable, and in that moment, she knew exactly what he was going to say. Adrian dropped to one knee, the movement deliberate and slow, his gaze never leaving hers. He pulled out a small, velvet box and opened it to reveal a delicate, yet stunning promise ring. The ring shimmered with promise, a simple yet powerful symbol of everything they had endured and everything they were yet to face.

She nodded her head looking at me. I took the bracelet from the box and clasped it onto her wrist. She smiled through her tears and kissed me. “Now, my turn,” she said and handed me a tiny box. It wasn’t wrapped, so I opened it to see a pair of platinum rings. “These are promise rings, It has our I do's inscribed in the waveform,” she said as she pointed inside the ring. I saw a wave graph on the inner side of the ring. She took it from my hand and slid it onto my ring finger, which already had our wedding ring. She took hers and slid it down the ring finger of her right hand.

"Mikhail, I..." "Please, let me finish. This is a promise ring, to signify my love and devotion to you. It's a promise that I'll take care of you, protect you, and love you. It's a promise to build a future together. It's a promise of my loyalty and commitment to you. When the time is right, I will ask you to be my wife properly." He took my left hand and placed the ring on my ring finger. It fit perfectly, like it was made just for me.

“The rings.” Chase reached into his pocket. Two new bands, simple platinum, engraved inside with “No chains.” He took Ophelia’s left hand, slid the new ring over the old one. “Ophelia,” he said, voice low, only for her. “With this ring, I promise to stand beside you, to walk with you, to carry you when you’re tired, to let you carry me when I am, to love you without debt, without fear, forever.” Ophelia took his ring, slid it on his finger.