Samara Morgan Ring Novels & Stories

Inside the jewelry store. Samantha looked at the ring on her hand. Under the light, the diamond emitted a dazzling brilliance, making her eyes sore. "Justin, I think it's too early to buy a ring. Can't we wait a bit longer..." Samantha said. Justin tightly held her hand, looking at the ring on her slender finger. He felt an unprecedented sense of security. He gently kissed the back of her hand and said softly, "By wearing the ring, I want everyone to know that you are already taken, so they will back off."

It was Trista's wedding ring. The ring we exchanged at the Stone Circle, witnessed by the Moon Goddess. The ring she put on herself, after letting my wolf bite her finger and bleed into the metal. I reacted instantly, my fingers clenching. I reached out, instinctively tearing the ring off Samantha's finger. "How is this wedding ring on your hand?" Samantha flinched, pulling back. Her arm flew up to shield her chest, fiercely protecting the ring. "Cassian, Trista took it off and gave it to me herself! Are you surprised?"

She didn't quite understand why he would choose her. She looked at her ring on her finger,it was indeed very beautiful. The large diamond at the centre glimmered underneath the white light of her lounge. Around the band were tiny blue gems which matched her deep blue eyes. There was atleast twenty gems on the ring. It looked expensive and custome made. "Although it was stunning,it was a curse on her finger. It was the root of her problem,if that ring was not on her finger ,she wouldn't have run off!" Willow thought.

Samantha was oblivious it seemed, or she did a very good job of hiding it. When Penny had to use the restroom, we split up, Nick staying with me and Frank while Holly escorted Samantha and Penny. I wandered around a little bit, looking in the window of a jewelry store. I wonder why she doesn’t wear jewelry, at least, none that I’ve ever seen. I mean, she can wear silver jewelry so she isn’t confined to that, and it would even help her in a pinch. She could imitate Greg and get silver coated brass knuckles to punch with. I sense Frank walk up behind me and look in the case with me. “Thinking about getting her a ring?”

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

So was Zogo’s. Then Cristy reached into her coat and placed something else on the desk. A small velvet box. Amara frowned. “What is that?” Cristy didn’t answer right away. She simply opened it and tilted the box forward. Inside sat a ring. Not just any ring. A cold silver band crowned with a flawless midnight sapphire, framed by carvings older than the city itself. The Walton heirloom. Amara stared. “He sent this?” she asked, disbelief threading her voice. “That’s... the heirloom. The one passed down to firstborn sons.”

“Ross… my brooch is gone.” Ross frowned at once. “What brooch?” “The red enamel lion brooch on my gown.” Samora bit her lip, tears gathering in her eyes. “It was given to me by the family elders. If it’s lost, how am I supposed to explain it to my father?” The banquet hall fell into commotion. Ross stood quickly. “Don’t panic. Seal the side doors and pause all exits. It must still be in the hall.” After saying that, he strode out with his men.

Alisha said, sounding very proud of herself. Alyssa give him his hunters licence. Then fished out two rings from the pouch she was holding. The first ring which she called the storage ring was a simple Silver ring crested with serpentine stone. The second ring was a golden signet ring. The signet was a figure of a man shackled with chains.

It held the Corvini family’s ruby ring, an heirloom passed down for five generations. It symbolized the power of the family’s matriarch. Last time, I didn't get to wear this ring until after we were married. And even then, I never held the power it represented. Marco picked up the ring and started walking toward me. “Samara, this is…” “Wow!” Isabella suddenly shrieked. “That ring is gorgeous!” Without asking, she snatched the ring right out of Marco’s hand. “Can I just try it on?” she asked, blinking her big, innocent eyes.

Jasson whispered, relentlessly staring at Samara’s face as he caressed her straight, chocolate-colored hair. Samara brought her right palm to the lower part of Jasson’s left cheek and boldly kissed him on the lips. “I am not a minor anymore, Master,” she said, her lips brushing his. She moves away a little, brings her hands to the back of her head, and pulls back the tiny lever of the c-spring of the necklace that Jasson gave her on her 17th birthday to unclasp it from the chain. She removed the ring that had been made into a pendant for a year. “And I’m ready to marry you.” She slipped the ring on her ring finger without taking her eyes off Jasson.