The Last Fling Before The Ring Novels & Stories

It was all fun and games until he whipped out the ring he'd bought, a day before the scheduled wedding. Shit went sideways after that. ******************************************

Her gaze drifted to her left ring finger. A massive pink diamond ring, the symbol of the Rossi matriarch. It was a promise she'd clung to, even during blood donations. How ironic. In her last life, that ring had been a chain, binding her for ten years. But now, she wanted no part of it. The moment she pulled the needle out, Elara felt a dizzying wave, but she bit back a gasp, gripping the bed frame, standing steady. Slowly, she slipped the ring off.

"Who knows, you could actually be happy." Lola did not meet her gaze; if anything, she stared long and hard at her empty ring finger before she reached for her purse and replaced the plain space on her finger with a gold wedding ring, a hopeful smile gracing her tear-streaken face. She lifted her hand, and Sonya did the same thing. "Famous last words." She muttered, and Sonya chorused before pulling each other into one last hug they would share as friends; with no hope of seeing the next person ever again in the near future.

“I know I deserve to die a thousand times over. I don’t ask for your forgiveness—just one chance. One chance to make it right. Please.” “The best way to make it right,” I said with icy resolve, “is to leave my world forever. Never let me see you again.” A long silence stretched between us, heavier than any words. His shoulders slumped. His grip on the ring loosened, and it slipped from his fingers, landing in the dirt where it belonged. “You’re right.” His voice was hollow, empty. “A man like me doesn’t deserve to stand beside you.” He looked at me one last time, as if trying to memorize my face, and then turned away.

The large diamond solitaire ring was proof enough. "I'll give you a last chance, Cotton-Candy. If you want, you can walk away from me right now, but know that I want to care for you, love you and make love to you for our entire lives, but it doesn't change the fact that I may not be an ideal husband. I still need to have my name cleared from a few cases, I'm still difficult. I battle this suffocating darkness that sometimes consumes me, but I can assure you that I'm not the same man you saw trapped in that institution that day. You set me free, Riley."

Later, Jester came out and picked the ring in the flower and asked, "Jenny, I love you so much. You are my everything. I made mistakes in my past marriage because of my stupidity and selfishness, but as I have you, I will try to be a good husband to you in the future if you will marry me. So, will you be my wife?" "Yes," was the woman's reply. Then, Jester put the ring on her finger, and unfortunately, it was not suited to her finger. The man was shocked and doubted what was happening. He thought it was one of Theo's flaws because he relied on him for all of the plans.The measurement of the ring finger was actually altered because it was Lila, in the event of bidding, when Theo intentionally

"A cheater will always have a line of women waiting; the smartest move is to walk away from that man." I exhaled deeply, my gaze icy as I looked at the man before me, a shell of his former self. "This is where it ends, Samuel. "I'm married now." I lifted my hand, the diamond ring glinting as I spoke with serene finality. "No! Your marriage is fake! I've heard the rumors, it's just a marriage of convenience!" Samuel's eyes were red with fury, his voice a near shout. "And what about this?" I tugged at my sweater's high collar, exposing the love bite on my neck.

I replied despondently. "But Sarah..." she began, desperation evident in her voice. "Raya, please, let's not cry over spilled milk anymore," I interrupted, resigned to my unfortunate fate. Silence filled the room as I sat there, my spirit crushed, unsure of any glimmer of hope. Then, the sound of the door creaking shattered the silence, revealing the repulsive figure of the pot-bellied old man I was about to marry. He wheezed as he forced himself through the doorway, panting like an exhausted horse.

On our seventh anniversary, Don Leonardo Luciano gave me an eight-carat pigeon's-blood ruby ring. He told me it was a family heirloom, passed from one Donna to the next. "Camilla, I can't give you a wedding yet, but in my heart, you're already my wife." My eyes filled with tears as I slipped it onto my finger. Then I asked my best friend, Nora Bennett, to examine it after her shift at the auction house. She held it under a lamp and slowly turned the stone. A ring of crimson light appeared inside it. "This isn't a natural ruby." "How is that possible? Leonardo gave it to me. It's a family heirloom." Nora frowned. "Really? I heard every piece of Luciano family jewelry bears a gold lion crest.

Before boarding the plane, I gave strict instructions to my assistant, "Find her before I return. If you fail, you'll lose your job." My assistant nodded at my words and hurried to assist with my suitcase. I paused, turned my head back because something on the table in the corners caught my hand. When I moved closer to see, it was the wedding ring. The ring that was initially meant for Bella but ended up on Sydney's finger.