Samara Morgan Ring Novels & Stories

Megan loved that too. She brought her left hand up and looked at the ring on her finger which Omar had given her few weeks before they had gone to Saudi Arabia, she had never for once taken it off. It was the simplest ring she had ever seen, a silver band with three small diamond stones affixed on the top. And as simple as it was, it had cost a small fortune, it was a five to six zero figure in dollars. Sometimes it was scary to Megan that all that money was wrapped around just one small finger, she laughed lightly at the thought. Omar had left her with something so valuable and if she wanted to she could always sell it, but thinking about that she shook her head. Nah, she couldn't possibly

— My orders are not to interrupt. Heat crawls up my neck; every nerve in my body screams “get out of my way”. I’ve faced things that would make this man faint just by looking. He’s not the one who’s going to stop me from helping Zara. — See this? — I raise my hand, showing the celestial ring. — You’ll find the same one on Samiel’s finger. The man frowns, clearly thrown by the idea that Samiel might be married — even though I never said that. I take advantage of his confusion.

“I am TheoFista, his only daughter. He has been married six times. The only marriage that lasted was the one with my mother until her death. You certainly are the youngest of the lot. How did you manage to catch this old goat?” “I open my eyes and there he was,” Sammy smiles knowing she is annoying the woman she found to her liking. “Here you go darling. You really need this.” Leo handed them both a glass of ice tea sitting across from them viewing them both. Sammy allows her to be studied with intensity that she founds amusing. “Where is the ring?” Sammy stop smiling looking slowly at her hand suddenly missing the weight of a ring she realizes must’ve been there. She feels the ghost of his

“What is it?” He reached into the inner pocket of his tailored jacket and pulled out a small velvet box. My breath caught. He opened it slowly, revealing a ring so intricate it almost didn’t look real. A deep blue sapphire nestled between two diamonds, wrapped in white gold filigree. The design was old, regal. The kind of ring that had survived generations. “This… this was my mother’s,” Damian said. “It’s one of Morgan’s heirlooms. I had it cleaned and resized.”

Just the two of them, sitting on their couch, the twins asleep in the next room. “I’ve been watching you for years,” he said. “Not in a creepy way. In the way that someone watches something beautiful and can’t look away. I don’t want to just watch anymore. I want to be in the picture.” Samira cried. She said yes. The ring was simple—a small diamond on a gold band. She showed it to everyone at the next group gathering. Tori examined it with professional interest. Ava held Samira’s hand and admired the way the light caught the stone. Ethan clapped Marcus on the back.

He tightens his grip around my waist, pulls me close to his chest, and places a circular platinum Burmese pink sapphire ring on the same finger as Damen’s. It fits perfectly into his half-moon ring. Without a moment to think, Sam grabs the back of my neck and brings my head close to his. He drops his face close to my neckline and places kisses up it until he reaches my lips. My breath hitches slightly at the sweet sensation he provides me.

Ivana was so nervous as she blinked severally, her heart beating faster like a party drum. Sammy left his hands, and fished out a diamond and gold ring that he bought it from Ghana as a souvenir. The half of the ring was pure diamond while the other was pure gold that was shining brightly with the reflection of the sun. He opened then went down on one knee, “Ivana my love, will you be my wife?” Sammy asked as he looked up on Ivana. Ivana smiled then stretched her hand out as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Yes, Sammy I will be,” She replied as she let the tears flow. Sammy smiled then pushed the ring into Ivana's middle finger on her left hand.

Darting her eyes that shortly shifted sharp to mine, Alice spat, “Then you’re not gonna have it because you’re not the pack’s Luna!” “I deserve this ring!” She proudly lifted her right hand, where the ring with the stone of amethyst in its center was worn. Crossing my arms across my chest, I pointed my body towards Samuel because arguing with Alice would never be my desire. “Would you ask your Luna to give me the ring I should be having in the first place or would you prefer me to go back there and tell Grandma everything?” Samuel sharply gasped for air, but before he could express his fury, I added, “Don’t try me because I will really do. Grandma thought her other Luna ring was in my posses

Lucien tensed. I pulled out the Solaris Ring. The ring glowed softly in my palm — warm, alive. Lucien looked reverent. Worried. A little terrified. “Samantha,” he whispered, “you do not understand the bond this forges.” “Lucien. Put it on so we can train before I lose my mind.” “Your trust—” “PUT. IT. ON.” He swallowed sharply. Then extended his hand. The instant he touched it, the ring flared — bright gold.

"This is just the beginning. By tonight, you'll have no reputation, no shelter, no future. No one will help you now. No one will believe you." Lora leaned in from the other side. "Your three-carat ring? Samuel took it back the day after he proposed to me. He said it was never his grandmother's, just something he bought to shut you up. My ring is eight carats. Worth more than your entire existence." Samuel didn't speak, but his eyes met Mona's briefly. There was nothing there, no guilt, no remorse, not even hatred. Just emptiness, as if she were nothing at all.