Samara Morgan Ring Novels & Stories

I stepped in, my boots echoing on the wooden floor. “Sit,” Conan instructed, nodding at the couch. I did. He stayed standing. Towering. Silent. I reached into my coat and pulled out the ring. Small. Silver. Inconspicuous. But it held everything. “This is from the ring,” I said quietly. “Jonathan. And Samira.” His brows lifted a fraction, the only sign of emotion. I clicked the recorder. Jonathan’s voice filled the space between us, warm and casual, like he was chatting over wine and not betraying the mother of his child.

Their parents cheered as Matthew slipped the ring on Ambrose's finger. "Wait, oh shit," Matthew muttered under his breath when he realized that Ambrose was still wearing his old engagement ring and wedding ring. "Let me get that off real quick." Ambrose couldn't help but chuckle as Matthew fumbled with the rings on his finger before putting on the new ring onto his finger. "It's beautiful, Matt. Thank you," Ambrose said, tears pooling in his eyes. "You don't have to say thank you, baby." "I know, but I want to."

"Please. It’s not what it seems like." His father narrowed his eyes and stared at his hand. After a second we both realized that he was looking at the ring Rafe was holding. Rafe immediately passed it to me, "It's not mine. I mean I didn't give it to her." Rafe raised his hands in surrender. I gulped. "Daughter of Howard and Son of Eastmond, a great combination." I heard someone comment from the crowd. "They look cute nevertheless." "But why is the ring so small? It should be something big, classy diamonds. Eastmonds have a reputation."

“You may verify it inside. I took the box and opened it. The moment my eyes fell on the inner band, my fingers began to tremble. The ring nearly slipped from my grasp. The words “Planette Moore” were engraved. The inscription mocked me. This diamond ring was entirely different from the one in my previous life. It meant Lucius had rushed this custom-made for Planette.

'You've always been pretty to my eyes, Sam,' Monika thought to herself. "Here, I have something for you." Sam fished out a small pouch from his pocket. He opened it and held out two identical bracelets. "Give me your hand." Sam slid on the ring he had bought from a famous jewelry shop. He remembered that Monika believes in sh*t, and he found the ring cute, so he bought it and also took one for himself. Monika smiled widely at the sight of the accessory on her hand. "Thank you, Sam. Does this mean we're getting married now?"

If everything works out the way it should, we’ll hit it off, he’ll take me home, and we’ll have sex. I’m through with waiting for the “right man.” After everything that has happened lately, saving my virginity feels more like a burden than a special gift for the right man. In my case, there is no such thing as the right man. Not when I have the threat of a supernatural world-ending pregnancy hanging over my head. Don’t worry; I set up precautions for this too. I spoke to Zoe’s friend Amara. Amara is a Breija. A supernatural who was kind enough to give me a ring that identifies supernatural beings. Anytime I come near a supernatural being, the ring on my middle finger will glow red. The ring

“I thought we weren’t doing that. There’s no reason to spend the money.” “What kind?” I pressed. I smiled when it took all of one second for her to blurt, “Morganite with a rose gold band.” “I’m thinking that’s not the ring your ex got you.” Her lips twitched. “He bought me a very nice diamond.” “Boring, colorless.” I touched her jaw before stroking a length of her bright hair. “You’re neither of those things.” “Oh, I’m as boring as they come.” Her skin was fine as silk. When I discovered a tiny mole behind her left ear, I wanted to kiss it. “You’re the least boring woman I’ve ever met.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s all exquisite and royal.” “Actually…” I told her sheepishly. “I was hoping you could help me design a ring for her.” “You want my help designing her ring?” Samira looked genuinely surprised. “Isn’t that something you would want to do yourself?” “No, I would prefer your input more.” I told her honestly. “Sanaya and you share a special bond and you’re the only person who knows her best. I want the ring to be special for her, so I want you to help me decide.”

June said, "The head said I was just days old when she picked me up from the doorstep of the orphanage." June reached his hand under his shirt and pulled out a sliver ring tied with a black string. "This was what my parents left me, their names are craved at the inner part of the ring, here look—" June removed the string from his neck and walked in front of Samuel. June gave the ring to him. Samuel looked at the ring and true to June's word there was a craving. Henry and Mary Weng 1983. "I am guessing they were just teenager when they had me," June muttered. He rubbed the ring with his thumb and looked at Samuel.

“Please… look forward to another man. And make sure you get rid of that ring he put on you. Or better still, return it to him. Whichever way you do it doesn’t matter — as long as that ring is no longer on your finger.” The words landed with the weight of a final verdict. Samantha’s eyes dropped to the ring on her finger. Her thumb brushed over the cool metal, the small circle that had once been a promise. Now, it was nothing but a reminder of a future slipping away. A promise that now felt more like a question she didn’t want to answer. She nodded slowly to her father — a quiet sign of agreement — then glanced at her mother. Lillian’s eyes were sharp, watching her daughter with quiet intensi