Ringing If You Like Novels & Stories

{Lyra} The ring pulsed between my fingers, a slow, living throb that matched the beat of my own heart. Sunlight caught the black metal and made it shimmer faintly, like it was alive. I barely registered Dominic’s voice anymore—it sounded muffled, like I was underwater. My whole world narrowed to the ring and the way it hummed; a whisper slipped into my head, coaxing and tempting. “Put it on,” the voice urged, curling around my mind in the most enticing way possible.

Watching the phone ring repeatedly was making Alexander swallow lumps of saliva in his throat per second. He turned to look at Alice then to Lilly in disbelief before giving them looks of helplessness. “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!Ring!” “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!Ring!” “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!Ring!” “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!Ring!”

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 Mr. Marble, get the bell beside him and ring it. Hearing the sound of the bell, it sounds like he is calling for someone. The melody the bell gives it's pretty cute because every second I hear it, it reminds me of sorbets being sold in the street.

However, this ring swallowed so much of his Reiki but only made a few buzzing sounds. A ring that made the buzzing sound similar to the sound of a sword was in itself very strange. This phenomenon was bizarre, almost as if an electric fan was energized, but the fan blade did not turn nor did it produce any wind, but it unexplainably emitted the sound of blowing wind out of nowhere. While Charlie pondered over it, he kept sending Reiki into the ring like an addicted gambler who kept throwing chips on the gambling table. Charlie still failed to get any feedback other than the buzzing sound after losing half the Reiki in his body, and he became a little exasperated.

I was here and didn’t plan to leave without accomplishing my goal. Another vibration. Opening my purse, I looked at the screen and sighed. ALTON. I didn’t know how to do the thing that the kids did, how they gave each caller their own distinctive ring, but if I could, I’d have some ominous song alert me of my husband’s calls. I’d read a book that talked about a dark song called Fatal Lullaby. After reading the book, I listened to the song over and over. It was perfect for the book, and in hindsight, would be the perfect ring for Alton’s calls.

she purrs. "Maroon, Yellow and Gun," I rasp. My cock was already aching, and precum leaked out and she hadn't even touched me yet. "Good boy." She straddles my thighs but doesn't settle. Just perches there, smirking like a queen on her throne. Then she leans in—slow, methodical—and clamps something around the base of my cock. “Don’t move you cock abruptly or you could injure yourself, pretty boy. Cock rings can be quite dangerous.” The sweetness in her voice made my cock jerk from excitement and the cock ring dug deeper into my skin.

I was here and didn’t plan to leave without accomplishing my goal. Another vibration. Opening my purse, I looked at the screen and sighed. ALTON. I didn’t know how to do the thing that the kids did, how they gave each caller their own distinctive ring, but if I could, I’d have some ominous song alert me of my husband’s calls. I’d read a book that talked about a dark song called Fatal Lullaby. After reading the book, I listened to the song over and over. It was perfect for the book, and in hindsight, would be the perfect ring for Alton’s calls.

My lips twitched when I remembered what it means. My med student cousin lectured me about the so called ‘ringing in the ears’ known as tinnitus which sound like blowing, roaring, buzzing, hissing, humming, whistling, or sizzling. The noises heard can be soft or loud. The person may even think they’re hearing air escaping, water running, the inside of a seashell, or musical notes. It can happen when you are over-sensitive to a loud noise. “I have to go,” I cleared my throat and gathered my things then my unfinished milk tea.

So why was it making my heart race way too fast? “My girl likes shinier things actually, so we need a ring that screams ‘look at me, I’m engaged to Hunter Carrington,’ maybe a 12 carats or something,” He chipped in, and I felt like a bowl of cold water was just emptied on me. Something about the way he called her his girl made my skin crawl, and if I don’t get out of this space soon, I may have a meltdown.

“It’s not a bracelet sweety, I mean it could be called that, I guess you’re right, it IS a bracelet.” “Okay?” “Yeah, but this one doesn’t go around the wrist.” She wriggled her eyebrows. “It’s a cock ring.” “A what ring?” “A cock ring. You slide this one down the shaft and it basically squeezes it. Damien LOVES the sensa-“ “Nope, absolutely not! That’s enough information, you’ve gotten what you wanted, let’s go.”