Vongola Rings Novels & Stories

After a long moment, my fingers finally loosened. A sapphire ring rolled onto the floor, catching the light and reflecting a cold, sharp gleam. Inside the ring, the engraving read, "Alla mia Margherita, amore eterno. Carlo." He had carved it himself. Carlo picked up the ring and closed his fist around it. His shoulders began to tremble. "The temperature is wrong," he rasped. "The cooling system…" A bodyguard panicked. "Mr. Vesta, the system really was broken. You said it was broken and told us not to fix it…"

hieroglyphs of a forgotten language. Vuolas put a part of his immortal essence into this armor, which gave it extraordinary properties. After the tragic death of Vuolas, the armor was kept in various places and by different owners until they were stolen by vampires, thereby returning them to their rightful owners. The ring of attraction was made by an unknown alchemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or

Vito took the floor " Initially we would only make the necklace, earrings and bracelets, all designed exclusively by me.” His daughter's name is Destiny? " I don't quite understand," Blair frowned. " This is where our proposal comes in, Miss Ozkan.” " Ethan saw the news about the accident and what happened to your engagement ring, and I think we can help," Vito explained with a smile. " Will you give us a discount? " Blair joked beside me. For a moment I thought about that possibility, but something still seemed to be missing from the story. " I'll do better than that, Miss Ozkan. I'll give you a ring from the new Destiny Collection," Vito assured her with a satisfied smile.

He opened the box. A brilliant yellow diamond ring rested on white silk. "It's a Harry Winston. 5.2 carat yellow diamond," Matteo said proudly. "Worth a million dollars." I gasped. The ring was stunning. "Matteo, this is too much—" "You deserve the best." He slid the ring onto my finger. "I love you, Viviana." Just when I thought he was truly here for me, Matteo pulled a keycard from his pocket. A black card with the gold Falcone family crest.

"Emilia! How did you get in here?!" Carmela, squeezed into a gaudy, sequined red dress, marched over, spoiling for a fight. She pointed at the ring on my hand. "How did a cheap whore like this get in? And she still dares to parade around wearing that fake?" Countless eyes focused on me. Carmela reveled in the attention, her voice growing even louder. "Everyone, look! The ring on this woman's hand, isn't it a copy of the Vettori family's 'Fleur-de-lis Blood Ring'?"

“Not for him. Never for him.” They listened. Enzo's jaw flexed. Crow’s cigarette burned down to the filter. Angelo sat forward, hands clasped between his knees, eyes dark with the kind of loyalty that didn’t need words. I pulled out the ring from my coat pocket and laid it on the bar. It was no polished diamond. No perfect circle of lies. It was a black opal, wild and vicious, flames trapped beneath its surface. It shimmered with colors no one could name—like fire, like blood, like her.

I pulled my hand back and cradled it against my chest, inspecting the stone. "I'm sorry, I... this thing is worth a fortune, I can't just be walking around..." "It's a ring," Vincenzo said. "Not a museum exhibit." "It's a seven-figure ring." "Probably, yes." "Vincenzo." I started working it toward my knuckle. "I should put it back in the box until..." His hand closed around my wrist. Not tight. Just present. "It's meant to be worn," he said. "It's already on your finger. Leave it there."

The door was ajar. Muffled sounds drifted through. A woman's giggle, low and throaty. The rustle of silk. Then his voice, thick with lust. "Say it," Alessandro commanded. "Say you belong to me." "Not with that ring on your finger," Vittoria teased, her voice dripping honey. "Take off her badge. It offends me." "No," he growled. There was a crash of furniture, a gasp of pleasure. "Let her keep her ring. Let her think she still owns me. It makes this... hotter. The betrayal. Knowing she's somewhere crying while I'm here, claiming the true heir..."

“You raised a wolf, not a pet.” Then she did it. Vittoria De Santis, the widow who built an empire, went to one knee. “Signorina De Santis,” she said. The word rolled through the warehouse like thunder. Rocco knelt next. Then the others. One by one. Even Tommaso, sweating. All except Alessandro. He stayed standing. Equal. Partner. He took my left hand again. From his pocket, he pulled a ring. Not signet. Not black. Platinum. Simple. A compass, like his tattoo. Like his scars.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa