Samara Morgan Ring Novels & Stories

he said. Marcus nodded and carefully opened the box, revealing its contents. Samantha's breath was cut off when she saw two precious rings inside, one had a precious stone, very similar to the shade of her dress, for a moment she came to think that the choice of the maiden had not been random and that Marcus had a lot to do with it, but he had no proof, they were mere guesses. "Do you like it, Sam?" Marcus asked in the face of the young woman's silence. "It's beautiful, Marcus, it's a one-of-a-kind piece," he said.

I said, handing the phone over to Mike, who raised an eyebrow at me, then scowled as he took the phone, shooing Sam and I out. I hesitated at the door, not wanting to leave Sarah, but Sam grabbed my hand, guiding me downstairs, to the couch. Lifting my other hand by the wrist, he studied the ring more closely, being careful not to touch it. "What did he tell you?" Sam asked quietly, a touch of anger still in his voice, "What does it do?" I frowned, studying the ring too. It looked heavy, and made from a similar metal to the necklace, with a thin centre band of something jet black and shiny inlaid around it. Oddly, it didn't even feel like I was wearing it, like it was almost a natural part o

She put her phone upfront against my face, "He's my husband. Daniel is charming, handsome, caring and much better than Ashar." I fix my gaze on her phone screen and my confusion transforms into astonishment. Samara is in a wedding dress and beside her, a redhead, young man is standing in black tux. His arm is around her. "And didn't you notice the ring on my finger?" She upraises her another hand in air and shows me the back of her hand where I notice a silver ring in her third finger. "That's..." I look at her in bewilderment, covering my mouth with my hands. Oh God.

Samantha still remembered those words that were whispered against her ear that night as she was secured in the cocoon of Alexander's arms, the soothing echo of Alexander's voice wrapping her in a gentle safe daze, so smooth and buttery leaving pleasure down her bare spine. Obviously Alexander kept his wedding ring, it was another gem connected with Samantha to cherish, but he had strung it on a chain using it as a necklace instead, one that remained always around his neck. And while Samantha wore her ring, he also kept possession of the twin to Alexander's silver one which she stored away safely inside her small jewelry box on their dresser, a gift from her late mother. It meant as much to h

Absurd. We got to the car and I guided Samantha into the backseat, closing the door behind her. Turning to Henry, I asked, "Did you get what I requested?" I stretched out my hand. He dipped into his suit's inside pocket and brought out a ring box, handing it over. It was for Samantha; she'd lost her ring and I told Henry last night to get a new one based on my description. I opened the box to see if it was exactly my description - a simple platinum band with a twenty-five-carat diamond. It was. I patted Henry's shoulders without saying anything and turned to the other car, watching as the family settled in with the other driver helping them. I brought out the ring in the box and gave the box

But Samel did not intend to give King Regor the time to remember. He raised his hand and caressed the black jade ring with his fingers as he felt the mysterious power hidden inside the emerald jade. A luminous emerald glow floated out from the ring as it spreads out swiftly in a one thousand meter radius with Samel at the center. As soon as the emerald light touched anything on the land, both the living and the non-living were deprived to move as they are stuck in that particular time for the couple of seconds that the black jade ring could bear.

a chill that spreads through my whole body, every inch of my skin, until it settles in my chest. I swallow hard, handing the ring back to the attendant, still looking at the one that caught my eye. I point to it, raising my eyes to see the name of the girl I’ve already forgotten... “Amber, can I see this one?” She looks confused as she picks up the 86,000-dollar ring like it’s the most precious thing in the world, and, well, I can understand why. This little thing is probably worth her annual salary. And thinking like that, I can even imagine Angelee feeling bad about wearing it.

Charlotte was bending down while playing, and Samantha inadvertently saw the diamond ring hanging around Charlotte’s neck from the corner of her eye. Samantha’s eyes lit up. She coaxed Charlotte while reaching to fish out the diamond ring from Charlotte’s neck. Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze in place when she saw the ring. Ronald noticed her expression, and he asked in curiosity. “What is wrong?” “This diamond ring was the one I put on the baby,” Samantha said slowly. “Really?” Ronald smacked his hand on his thigh with delight written all over his face. “They say good things happen when you least expect them to. Don’t worry. I will ask someone to find out the truth about this diamon

says Amara as she hands a ring to Ghalen. It appears to be a bone tribal ring. The ring appears to be mostly black with a pattern I am unfamiliar with. It must’ve belonged to their father as Ghalen slips it on, his gaze lingering on the ring. “Good we will need those documents to rebuild our pride. Mom’s necklace suits you Amara.” A tear falls from Amara’s eye. She is wearing what I believe is called a Maasai beaded choker necklace. It’s multicolored and stands out beautifully from Amara’s dark skin.

Samantha came in with a bag of groceries. Hailey helped Samantha make little food but the two couldn't wait for their drink. They even raise their glasses. It's the wine they drank when one of the agents passed away. Hailey left them while Sam was comforting Albert. She saw the ring on Sam's finger. It was beautiful and it was an Amethyst. Back then, she dreamed of a big wedding. But now that she's growing old—single she just wants a husband without a big wedding. A simple one is enough.