Ring Ring From Pucca Novels & Stories

I replied, swallowing hard. She went back to the living room to get her glasses from her purse. Priscila was a perfectionist to the core. Meanwhile, Daniela returned to filling the glasses with wine and ice. I, in an almost automatic movement, took the ring off my finger to speed up the inspection. That's when I saw it. Perfectly engraved on the inside of the band: "Ace's Moon" My pupils dilated. I lost my breath for a second. How had I not seen this before? Well, it must be because you haven't taken the ring off for a single moment, idiot.

A pause. Then Luca chuckled softly. “Practical. I like that.” He stepped into the room without waiting for permission. I moved aside automatically, my body already trained. Luca crossed to the vanity, picked up the ring between his fingers, and examined it as if it were a weapon. “This cost more than your father’s house,” he said. “Do you know why I chose this one?” “No,” I answered. “Because diamonds don’t break,” he said, slipping it back onto my finger. His grip tightened just enough to hurt. “They survive pressure.” His thumb lingered against my skin. Possessive. Claiming.

Fredrick was concerned about her safety and could only ignore the filthy surroundings and race up to follow her. “How much does this cost?” Priscilla was squatting in front of a stall, trying on a silver ring, when Fredrick noticed her. “Two hundred.”. “Two hundred? It’s pricey.” “It isn’t too pricey. It’s made of pure silver, it’s not just silver-coated, and the thread wrapped around it was made by hand using temple-blessed thread, ensuring good health and longevity.” “Okay,” Priscilla said with a smile. “I will take two for two hundred, and I’ll pay you straight away.”

Before Emma could approach further he almost slapped the door at her face which made Emma step backwards a bit. Emma sighed and knocked at his door, 'As if I'm going to unlock.' Jeremy responded. Emma knew how hard it was to deal with her brother, so she just went to her room with a long face. Here Jeremy sat on his chair and took out a box from his pocket. He further opened it and there was a ring, a beautiful ring made up of palladium band. It had the rare blue diamond embedded on its gallery and the shank was of made up of small, perfectly cut, bright white diamonds. The ring looked quite expensive and at the same time, it looked too beautiful for anyone to possess it. As Jeremy looked at

"Hmm, this is definitely a cheap knockoff," Lucius said casually. "The original design costs about five thousand dollars. Yours looks like the fake version they sell online for two hundred." He thought that, even though her ring looked exactly like his in every detail. It might be possible to be a fake version. Alura's hands clenched on her lap, she felt really embarrassed. How can he be so rude by calling her ring a cheap knockoff? Even though the husband she married might not be as rich as Mr. Hunt it doesn't mean he couldn't afford a five thousand dollar ring.

Caitrona, as long as you wake up, I'll let you scold me in whichever way you wish, okay? Adonis walks into the room, standing closer to Caitrona. Marcus interrupts. "Young master, the Sicilian business men in Dellucci's choice branch in Sicily had send a notice regarding the completion of the ring, would you like to postpone it?" Adonis looks sadly at his wife hand. "No, have it sent over immediately," Marcus nods and exits the room.

And then Riley happened. She was holding court at the center table with her squad, all of them flawless in coordinated seventies looks — matching earth tones, hoop earrings, the kind of effortless group costume that required a planning document. She clocked me the second I walked through the cafeteria doors. That smile. That particular, precise smile.

"I mean, I can be funny when I want to be." "Because," Cassian said, still chuckling, "she doesn't even have a ring on her finger. What kind of cock and bull story is this?" Luca reached into his pocket in a heartbeat. "Wait a second....." He brought out a ring. An emerald-crested gold ring.

Challenge for challenge. “I do,” Alessio said, voice clear, almost mocking. The judge hurried through the rest. Rings—thick platinum bands, plain and heavy—were produced from Luca’s pocket. Luca slid Alessio’s on first. His fingers were warm, grip firm, lingering just a fraction too long. Alessio’s turn. He took Luca’s hand—large, scarred knuckles, calluses from guns and fists—and pushed the ring on slowly. Deliberately. Luca’s jaw tightened.

(Pamela) . . THE RIDE BACK HOME IS TENSE. I can feel Massimo sneaking glances at me from time to time but I dare not return the favor. I'm still not over the fact that yesterday I was quite single and today, I'm a legally married woman…all in a span of twenty-four hours. My eyes fall on the stunning silver ring now fitted on my ring ringer. I reach out and begin to trace the band which is decorated with a row of small sparkling diamonds that catches the sunlight at every corner. I don’t need anyone to tell me that this costs a fortune.