Samara Rings Novels & Stories

Samantha looked down at the ring in her hand, then at him, still bound to the bed. "I don't know if anything you say will be enough anymore," she whispered. She walked to the window, the dying light glowing beautifully on her figure in the sheer pink lace. She stood there for a long moment, dangling the ring out of the window. "She said one more thing--," Samantha said quietly, not turning around. "I don't want to hear it." Jadon had finally had enough. He snapped the ribbon easily and rubbed his wrists, before standing and walking up behind her.

“But our audience had been curious, you two being together, hmm?” “Oh, stop it, Alicia.” Samantha giggle as she clings on his arms. On those strong arms that use to cage Italia. “Gustav...” Pain struck her no matter how much she was in denial that it was nothing. That...she’s not affected. “But what does this all mean?” The reporter asked curious, intrigued. Italia bit her lips. Just like them, she was also anticipating the answer that Samantha is going to respond. “Perhaps, this ring could answer you honestly.” With that said, Samantha raised her finger and there—she’s wearing a ring. An oh-so-familiar ring to Italia.

, Ender shakes his head as he speaks. "Your instincts have never failed you before, brother", Samael's eyes flicker to his younger brother. "Even with the ring on, she still needs to feed. When she removed the ring after putting it on , the hunger was intensified and she almost fainted. It only inhibits the symptoms, it's not a cure" "Will you take care of it or shall I?", Samael's blue eyes twinkle with amusement. Ender glances back at him sharply, a look of annoyance flitting briefly across his face but doesn't answer.

Her eyes gleamed with a mix of smugness and triumph. “Caroline,” Samara said, surprised. “What are you doing here?” “I thought I’d stop by,” Caroline said sweetly, stepping past Samara without waiting for an invitation. “We haven’t had a proper chat in ages, have we?” Samara closed the door, turning to face her unwelcome guest. “I didn’t realize we needed to. What’s this about?” Caroline smiled, her hand casually brushing her hair back to reveal a sparkling diamond ring on her finger.

Samantha rolled her eyes at the ring. It is a silver platinum ring, shining like a star. "This is looking very expensive, Aaron!" she said, scanning the ring. "Now, I’ll not count money in front of my wife." He said, turning her attention towards him. She looked at him. "You married me, and everything happened in a hurry and you said, every girl has some expectations, so you do." "You too would like your husband to do something special for you; this ring is my first gift to you, Samantha." He shared his opinion.

He took a ring off his pinky finger and offered it to her. The ring was silver with a piece of shaped amber where a gemstone would normally lie. The amber had a twist of holly sealed inside and a rune engraved into the back of the facet. It has a dense core of wind energy stored inside of it -- enough to take out the plane and everyone in it, and Richard was wearing at least seven more rings. "I can offer you artifacts." She examined the ring. Even though she couldn't use druidic magic, she could feel the power within it.

She took out the diamond ring from her pocket and put it on her finger. Samantha lowered her head, hiding the affection and madness in them. ‘Someday I’m going to make Darren put a ring that only belonged to the two of them on her finger. And I believe that it’s coming soon.’

Vesper’s eyes widened and turned to look behind her, thinking that Samara was talking to someone else. Samara stops knitting, “I’m talking to you.” She uttered. Vesper swallowed slowly, “You can see me?” she asked in confusion. Samara nodded. “Of course dear.” Vesper’s movements were put to a halt, “This is a memory. How can she see me or talk to me?” She asks herself. Samara smiled beautifully. Her long blonde hair and innocent look on her face make her look like an angel. “What business do you have with my husband?” She asks curiously.

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.