Vongola Rings Novels & Stories

“You two can exchange rings. He took the ring box next to him and opened it. Inside is a 35-carat ring with a price that is not inferior to the rings of prestigious ladies when getting married. He gently picked up the ring and put it on her. This ring he ordered a month ago abroad. It is known as the "Golden Hand" by an artisan because the rings he makes are meticulous to every detail. And of course, her label is also unique. Elina was so touched that she couldn't speak, she picked up the ring box next to her and put it on for him. Her eyes glittered as if she was about to cry, and the corner of her eyes had never been able to hold back her emotions and burst.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

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."

Ross’s brows moved, as if he finally sensed something was wrong, but I had already picked up the resignation letter and placed it back on his desk. “So I resign.” Then I reached for the thin chain at my neck and took off the silver ring hanging beneath my collar. It was the ring I had designed for us years ago. Ross had once asked to wear his openly, but when the company began to grow, he said it was better not to let people know about us yet. So I kept mine hidden against my heart and told myself secrecy was also a kind of protection. Now even that felt absurd. In front of him, I placed the ring on the desk.

he finishes and I smile. "Vincent and Damian will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment to each other. Rings are a precious metal; they are also made precious by you wearing them. Your wedding rings are special; they enhance who you are. They mark the beginning of your long journey together. Your wedding ring is a circle—a symbol of love never ending. It is the seal of the vows you have just taken to love each other without end," the officiator says and Luca holds out the box that has two matching gold rings in it. I pick up the smaller ring for Vinny as the officiator says the next part. "Damian, please place the ring on Vincent's left hand and repeat after me: As a sign of

Then, slowly, I nodded. “Fine. I will take it.” Vincenzo’s face boomed with happiness as before I could take the ring, he reached for my hand, and slid the sleek black ring onto my finger. It was cold at first, almost too tight, but it was a perfect fit. Like it was made for me. And even after giving me the ring, alpha didn’t let go. Instead, he pressed my hand between both of his palms like he was sealing some kind of sacred vow.

He was being humiliated on the moon festival, the day he has been looking forward too. Alpha Zavier bent down and looked directly in Alpha Angelo eyes, he spit in his face as he took his hands and check, he pocketed into his trouser, but there was no ring. “Chose one thing, this is your fate and your life is in my hands now. Give the ring, or I put the end to your breathe,” Alpha Zavier ordered. “Where is the ring?” Omega Yna asked. “Tell us where the ring is, and we will let you leave,” Alpha Zavier said.

"Ask for what?" Vincenzo's hands were shaking. He pulled something from his pocket, a small box, black velvet, the kind that held things that were meant to last. He opened it. The ring inside was simple, a band of gold, thin and bright, the kind of ring that had been worn by people who knew what they were promising.

Salvatore's authority is firm; the Outfit always stands by the reigning Capo, always. "I... your mother's ring," I stammered, searching my memory. "I don't really remember..." He nodded, his eyes holding mine. "Three-stone diamond, blue Tiffany box. Do you have it?" My mind raced, desperately trying to recall any trace of that ring. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded with feigned certainty, "Oh, that one! I remember now. I have it, Vince, but it's back in New York. I never sold it. If we ever go back, I promise I'll give it back to you."

He slid the object slowly across the smooth surface until it rested right in front of me. I looked down at the counter and studied the item carefully. It was a thick, silver metal ring featuring a very intricate engraving of a wolf's head, and several dark, dried droplets of blood completely stained the detailed metalwork. The heavy ring did not look like an ordinary piece of jewelry, and it definitely did not match the elegant aesthetic of the Corsetti family. "What is this?" I asked, looking up from the bloody ring to meet his deadly serious gaze. Kade leaned forward slightly, resting his bruised knuckles near the edge of my hand, and his next words completely changed the entire trajectory