The Last Fling Before The Ring Novels & Stories

But she also saw herself being forced to stand at a distance, watching another she-wolf and their child occupy the space that belonged to her. The lounge singer's voice swelled at that moment, the final notes dragging out like a slow twist of a knife in the heart. Trista leaned her back against the wall, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes. She listened for a few seconds, her grip on the ring tightening. As the climax of the song faded, she opened her eyes. She looked at the diamond in her palm, let out a steady breath, and simply opened her hand. The ring hit the marble floor with a sharp, metallic clink—as if the metal itself were saying the word "over" for her.

“And last night, what happened between us was a big mistake.” He reaches into his breast pocket and extracts a diamond-encrusted ring. Taking my left hand in his, he slides the ring down my finger. “Last night wasn't a mistake, and we both made a promise that we belong to each other, exclusively.” I stare at him with disbelief plastered all over my face and frown with deep lines etching into my tired complexion. I snatch my hand back from his grasp, “promises are made to be broken. You of all people know that.” I say, removing the ring from my finger.

"Like I said, whatever she bids, I'll pay double. Wrap the ring and hand it over!" The auctioneer's knees visibly buckled. Hands shaking, he hit the authorization button and personally presented the velvet box to me. I put it into a bag and turned to leave, only for Sofia to drag herself upright and stumble back into my path. "Don't you dare leave!" I tapped the toe of my heel against the floor and glanced down. "What is it? You want another practical demonstration?" She instinctively took a step back. I let out a soft, dismissive laugh and pivoted toward the exit.

After seeing Clement and his parents off with Mom and Dad, I rubbed my tired eyes. Before going to bed, I checked my phone and came across a new post from Celine. Her posts were only visible to me. The photograph captured two intertwined hands, each with a custom ring on their ring finger. The caption read, "Jay put it on me—slipped it on my finger himself. I'm over the moon!" I had spent almost half a year designing those rings. They were one of a kind, and he had given them to Celine without the slightest concern for me.

“I can take care of him myself. Thank you so much.” “What… what do you want? I will give you anything. Anything you ask for,” pleaded Vittore. “I want Auction Ring,” said Renata/Afanasiia. “Yes, yes, I will give you an auction ring. I will make you, so money from the auction ring that you won’t be able to count. You can sleep on money, eat on money, walk on money. I will give you the auction ring, anything,” Vittore didn’t waste any time and promised her the auction ring.

And I was already down on one knee in the sand. My heart felt ready to burst out of my chest. The ring box was open in my hand. The big diamond sat at the center of the ring. She gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes bounced from the ring to my face and back again before settling on me. “Mirabelle Fox.” My voice was low despite the storm raging inside me. “Today is the last day of our contract. After tonight, I have no claim on your time or your life unless you give me one.”

Oz said,"I am not here to make you trust me, nor am I here to force you into doing as I say!" Gregory held out his hand and Oz dropped the ring in. A flash of light and Oz had vanished, the people who were frozen in time were now back in motion. Gregory looked at the ugly ring in his hand. It came with no instructions nor did it tell you what it would do. Willow sat staring into his eyes as if he was the only thing she could see. Getting down on one knee ," Willow Winter, I have loved you from the day I layed eyes on you. Will you be my wife?"

Kelly stretch out his hand trying to pull Clara into a hug Clara brushed him away and said with a dark face "I'm not going to the Desert with you until you show me the clip you claimed to have" "what do you mean?" "don't play dumb! you know what I meant!" "really?" Kelly stood up, he crossed his arm across his chest "you've grown wings to challenge me right?" "I really don't have time for chitty talks, show me the clip. that's all!" Clara half yelled. sensing she's been played

Gerald stood frozen, mouth open, watching his father claim what used to be his. I glanced at him one last time, the new ring heavy and perfect on my finger. “We’re done here,” I said coldly. “Get out of our house.”

The candle flame jumped, almost went out, then steadied. Franklin flinched. Shoulders jerked. I turned back to them. “You said forever. Again. In front of everyone.” Franklin opened his mouth. Closed it. I slid my left hand up. The renewal ring—thin platinum band, tiny diamonds we’d chosen together last month—felt colder than the air. It stuck on the knuckle. I pulled. It came off with a small tug that stung. I held it between thumb and finger. Looked at him.