Ringing If You Like Novels & Stories

(Wink emoji) That table and the darkness inside the conference room were very enticing. What?? Would love you see you naked under that blue light. I kept dreaming about throwing you on that table and kissing every inch of your body. Oh my! I am going. Bye. Hey! Talk to me. I will tell you which campaign I like. No, you won’t. I know you. Bye. Don’t say bye, Renata! Renata! Are you there?

Kring! Kring! Kring! “Ahhh!” She growled out of frustration. The jarring clang of the alarm pierced her ears, wrenching her from deep slumber. The sensation of cool sheets that clung to her skin. A stark contrast to the warm, bright light spilling into her room through the enormous windows. It must already be late morning. Still, she ignored it and wished to return to her enchanting dream. The relentless ringing hammered at her eardrums. Each shrill note threatened to split her head, to make her bleed. Defeated, she surrendered any hope of sleep. Peace would only return if she silenced that merciless clamor.

"She's going to like it, I believe. Tell him to make it personal. Write her name or her initials on the ring. She's going to like that very much." The background was filled with more noises. The Eleven was definitely going to have a boost in the customer sections because the elections were already here. That meant more meetings, more booze and wine, and a lot of laughter as well. "Well, I can't thank you enough, Marie. And this is me hoping your birthday is here in a jiffy. Do you know I can't wait to spoil you silly?"I told her, chuckling. I could literally hear her smile even though I couldn't see it. There was a connection I had with Marie, a special one. One I didn't expect to go away an

I stood, feeling faintly dizzy and weighed down with slight exhaustion as I headed to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I was used to the black, evil eyes of the girl in the mirror and we stared at each other, mirroring each move. I touched the tip of my hair, feeling it up to the middle and silently wishing as always that it was longer and fuller, just like Molly's. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, the girl doing the same too and picked my toothbrush. I was in the middle of scrubbing my tongue when Lady Gaga's just dance, my new ringtone blared from the room. I had been scrolling through my playlist at work yesterday with Blake and had randomly picked it as my new ringtone.

“Do you? Do you? Because it sounds like you’re about to show up with a heartfelt speech and a pinecone you carved into a circle.” I pointed at him. “Don’t tempt me.” “Look,” he said, walking over and dropping his voice like he was about to share a dark family secret, “I know a guy.” “Not.” “He custom makes them. Magic-reinforced. Anti-tarnish. Emotionally balanced gemstones. This man enchanted a ring to purr when your soulmate touches it.” “I’m not giving Robin a purring ring!” Victor shrugged. “Suit yourself. But don’t come crying to me when someone else gives their partner a ring that meows and yours just sparkles like a peasant’s.”

I was pretty sure Gunnar didn't care but I was happy to get them out there. My chest moved up and down in time with my rapid-paced heartbeat. Gunnar's facial expression softened exponentially but as he began opening his mouth to voice his reply, my ringtone cut through the room in a loud shrill. It wasn't just any ringtone, it was the ringtone I set for my best friend — Pony by Ginuwine. Gunnar groaned deeply, running a hand down his face, "Do you know how difficult it is to concentrate on work with that damn ringtone of yours going off every half hour?"

Why would I need fifty-two rings? 'This is outrageous! What's going on in his head? What exactly do I see in this stupid thing?' Felicity cursed inwardly. Vermont hugged her closely. "Aren't you touched at all? You have fifty-two rings. All of your friends will be jealous of you once you post them online." Felicity struggled and said, "I'll be laughed at! Who gets proposed to with dozens of rings? Are you crazy? Which one am I going to wear at the wedding? Should I change one every minute? What were you even thinking?"

I sat down while I was rubbing my wet dick in my pants. "Maybe I should make you wear a t-shirt that says Private Property," Maya thought suddenly. I laughed and put my shirt in my pants, "Is the ring not enough?" I asked. "Point one, you don’t have a ring on your finger, point two, men with a ring on their finger attract more, unless they’re gay," Maya replied, putting her hand through her hair, which I had messed up in the heat. "What do you know?" "Because I did," she replied casually.

Shе dіdn’t hаvе tо wait lоng. “Whаt?” Joel аnd I ѕаіd tоgеthеr in ѕurрrіѕе. Shе rolled hеr еуеѕ at our rеѕроnѕе. “It hеlрѕ to sell уоu mоrе іf thе fаnѕ think they hаvе a сhаnсе оf gеttіng wіth уоu. Yоu’ll have tо take уоur rіng оff bеfоrе уоu perform thоugh as they’ll notice something lіkе that.”

Roman frowned not understanding what they meant by being happy for Rose. "I know right! Me too!" Echoed another voice. "And that ring is just so beautiful. It looks so expensive." The same voice that said I know right me too said again. The frown etched on Roman's face deepened. He didn't understand what they meant by liking the ring. He was confused by their words. What did a ring have to do with all of what they were saying. Roman still had his briefcase with him and a hand on his pocket.