The Last Fling Before The Ring Novels & Stories

He pushed my skirt up, fingers brushing the lace edge of my panties, stroking me through the soaked fabric with slow, deliberate torture. I moaned into his mouth, hips rocking against his hand. But he stopped again. Always stopping. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes wild and vulnerable. “Tomorrow,” he said, voice rough with promise and pain. “I’m ending this. No more waiting. No more fighting the programming alone. I’m replacing this ring with one that means something real.” The system screens in the penthouse remained dark. But we both knew the climax had arrived. Charles had forced Shawn’s hand with that ring.

The moment was a perfect blend of tenderness and joy, marking the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. (End of Flashback) My eyes fell on the diamond ring on my finger as it glinted in the light, a symbol of our love and commitment. As the tears began to fall, Mari noticed, her voice playful but firm. “Oh no, Jaselyn, not the tears now! If you want to meet Rion sooner, you need to stop crying and ruining your makeup. We’ve got a big day ahead, and I’d rather not spend it redoing your face!”

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am. And you are?" "Not a ma'am." I struggled free and shook his hand in mine. "And nor Mrs. Coltridge, thank God." Bruce Marshall's smile disappeared, and Flinn inserted himself between us, barking a laugh. "She means not yet," he clarified. "But as you can see, we can't wait to marry." Bruce's gaze dropped to my ringless fingers. "I ain't seeing no ring." What was Flinn doing? More to the point, why was he doing it?

Tobias-fucking-Landry is one of the last people I want to see me in a valunetbe state. A predicament that I have idiotically landed myself in. “What am I doing?” Dipping my chin, I hold my hand out and glare at the elegant ring on my finger. “This is wrong. I should never have agreed,” Slipping the ring off, I turn around to face him and hold it up mid-air.

And then, with a heavy heart, I revealed the final blow. "You remember Tia, right? Well, Theo is officially engaged to her. This ring," I choked out, holding up the symbol of our shattered dreams, "it was all just a show” “Hahahaha...” My laugh avalanche started deep in my soul, and then came up, gurgling, and spurting in a blend of sobs and merriment. The unraveling and screaming was a chaotic-hysterical one, which nearly sounded like madness, but somehow in that instant, it felt like the only rational way to tackle the absurdity of the moment.

It was a huge, lavish space, with sofas and chairs, champagne in buckets of ice, and a separate changing area for Beth to try on her dresses. “OK!” Nigel said. “You about ready, doll?” “Yes,” Beth said. “But before we get started, I need to tell you something.” “Shoot.” Nigel cocked his head. “What’s going on?” “The wedding ring guy flaked out.” “He – what?” Nigel was aghast. “Flaked out how?” Beth shrugged. “I’m not totally sure. He seems to have just closed up shop without a word, and Jim thinks that maybe he’s gone bankrupt. Can you find out?”

she hissed, her voice rising, losing its cool composure. I met her stare, defiant, no longer afraid. My hand slowly rose, deliberately, and I turned my palm towards her, revealing the simple, elegant ring Damien had given me. It glinted under the harsh lights, a silent but powerful symbol of our bond, our commitment, our survival. "Turns out," I said, my voice clear and strong, filled with a quiet triumph, "I’m the last one standing."

"Let's be clear first, then you can go wherever you want. What's going on between you and Patrick?... Where's your ring?" Touching Flora's icy hand, he suddenly noticed. The engagement ring he had gifted was no longer on her little finger. She had not spoken of it before, but the mention of the ring brought a sarcastic laugh from Flora: "On what grounds do you ask about that ring? You're about to marry someone else, yet you want me to wear the ring you gave. Do you want me to be ridiculed or what?" There was a time... when she had been overjoyed to receive that ring, believing that happiness was within her grasp.

“Now, just one more thing to do.” I reached into my pocket, pulling out the small velvet box containing the ring. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it, revealing the sparkling diamond inside. It was everything I had ever wanted to give Lydia, everything she deserved. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was about to come. The sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the patio. It was the perfect moment. The kids had done their part. Now, it was time for me to take the final step.

I slipped off the ring slowly, my fingers trembling. “I wanted this with you,” I whispered. I reached for him and placed the ring in his hand, closing his fingers around it before I could change my mind. “But not like this.” I stepped back, my chest tightening as I forced myself to hold his gaze. “We’re done, Axel.” My voice shook. “This is the last time you’ll ever see me.” The words felt heavier than anything I had ever said, but I didn’t take them back. For a second, I thought he might say something—anything… but he didn’t. Instead, he stared at the ring in his hand, not sparing me another glance.