Vongola Rings Novels & Stories

“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.

Vincenzo answered without a second of hesitation. The priest turned to me and repeated the same vows. "I do," I answered calmly, looking straight into Vincenzo's eyes. Vincenzo pulled a black velvet box from his inner pocket. He popped it open, taking out a flawlessly cut emerald ring. This was the token of the Moretti Family's Donna, a symbol of absolute power. He took my left hand and slid the ring steadily onto my ring finger. "Elena, I swear on the honor of the Moretti Family,"

Inside the box were three rings. "Will you marry me?" The view of the rings in the warm light of the candles made the rings even more charming. Bianca couldn’t understand why there were three rings, but even after a quick look, she could say which one was supposed to be hers. The smaller one with the writing: Crow. But right then, her eyes noticed another writing: Crowolf. The ring looked out of this world, filled with some difficult-to-name force, emanating from the round shape and the writing itself. It shone in the flames of the candles as if it were alive.

It's so tight, and he's trying to hard that his wrists are already bleeding. "You mean this was planned from the beginning by Teresa? The bombing last year and all? What!" Violette gasped, then she realized her ring is gone. Her fingers are rubbing each other so she felt the emptiness. "My ring...she might have taken it...oh my gawd!" Paolo's movements turned faster, he doesn't care is his wrists get cut, he just wants to get this off and rescue his bosslady from this room cos anything can happen.

Vincenzo said, holding out a small velvet box toward her. With a tender smile and her heart racing, Vittoria carefully lifted the ring, aware of the weight it carried. Slowly, she slid it onto Vincenzo’s finger, her gaze steady, as if the act were a silent oath. Then, with the same gentle warmth that defined her, she brought her lips to the ring and kissed it softly, mirroring his gesture with a delicate, heartfelt sincerity, as if offering her entire heart in that simple act.

However, I simply got back up to my feet slowly and gently smoothed out my skirt, elegantly brushing away nonexistent dust as if I was cleaning myself of filth. I raised my hands that were callused from years of relentless work and gently removed the diamond ring—Ocean's Heart—from my finger. I had used the money I earned from my first money-laundering job to buy the Ocean's Vow, a set of matching rings that cost three million dollars. I wanted to use the rings as our tokens of love for each other. The ocean was a symbol of limitless love, accurately describing the ardent love I harbored for Teodoro.

“In addition to the union with the woman I love, it would also mark the beginning of a truce and partnership between Cosa Nostra and Camorra.” Vince took a small box from his jacket pocket and placed it in front of Bartolomeo. He opened the small black velvet box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. It was handsome yet delicate, exactly how Vince knew Lina would prefer. She wasn’t a fan of huge, extravagant jewelry.

"Sterling is a Viper. He doesn't leave witnesses. As soon as he gets the ring, he will kill you both." "So what do we do?" I asked. "If Giovanni comes, they kill Lorenzo. If I go alone, they kill us both." Lucrezia walked to the table. She picked up the ring. She held it up to the light. "He wants the diamond," Lucrezia said. "So we give him the diamond." She looked at Giovanni. "Do you still have the flashbangs from the estate armory?" "Two left," Giovanni nodded. "Good," Lucrezia said. "And Chloe... do you still have that talent for chemistry? For mixing drinks?"

The driver got out first, and then a tall man stepped out from the back seat and opened the car door for me. Giorgio stared at the hand resting on the car door. Veins bulged faintly on the back of the man's hand, and a silver eagle crest gleamed on his cuff. That definitely didn't belong to the Vitoriano famiglia. Franco's expression shifted slightly as he lowered his voice. "Don Vitoriano, that's the crest of the Rinaldi family." A cold light flashed through Giorgio's eyes as he asked, "Which Rinaldi?"

"A private evening of conversation and negotiation with the Chairperson of Valois Global, Alessia Valois herself. The winner chooses the location. The winner chooses the topic." The room went into a frenzy. To have an hour of my undivided attention was worth billions in insider information. The bids skyrocketed. Twenty million. Forty. Sixty. Massimo stood up. He looked like a man possessed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet pouch. He walked to the stage and threw it onto the auctioneer’s podium. "I don't have cash," Massimo screamed, his voice raw. "But I have the Falcone Legacy Ring. The one given by the first Falcone to his wife. It’s worth a hundred million in hist