Vongola Rings Novelas e Histórias

“What? Finally thought it through? Want me to plead with my brother so you can move back to the villa?” I didn’t respond. Instead, I took a family ring out of my bag and handed it to her. She put it on in confusion. Realizing the fit was exact, the smugness on her face slowly froze. “Did you think he avoided you because he didn’t like you?” I looked at her stunned expression and calmly revealed the truth. “Hidden in the deepest part of the Corleone private armory, there’s a lifelike doll made to match you. The hair, the eyes, even the small moles on your body, are identical. This ring was also custom-made to your size.

Everyone looked at Alessandro. He stared back. Clara continued. “But the scar wasn’t what frightened me.” “What was?” “He wore a ring.” “What kind?” “Black stone.” Zara’s eyes moved slowly around the room. Then stopped. On Vittorio’s hand. A black stone ring. Vittorio noticed her staring. He slowly covered the ring with his other hand. Zara’s blood ran cold. “You.” Vittorio looked at her. “No.” “You were there.” “No.” “Clara said the man wore a black stone ring.”

Was that Barbara? I shrugged before I walked to Union Square before I was looking at the city around me. The sunlight was shining and I was staring at the crowded restaurants and shops. It was nice before I stopped in front of the jewelry store named Vork’s Vow. They have the rarest collection of the engagement rings, wedding bands, necklaces, and bracelets. I don’t think I will be staring at them but right now, I loved to put on someone’s ring. The blondie’s face showed up.

A grimly represents how cruel and cruel a Marco vilante is, and he doesn't even have the slightest pity pads are girls who have been claimed to be his. Slowly the man reached into the pocket of the suit he was wearing, picking up a black velvet box that looked so sumptuous. Just as its content was beyond question its opulence and its cost were so high, it contained a sumptuous ring with dark blue diamond ornaments. The expensive jewelry with tens of millions of dollars was deliberately set up by Marco for Bella, asa sign that the girl was officially his. Honey, Bella flatly refused the pablo she had sent to pick him up and forced him to give her punishment.

Martin made an offer to Vega. Vega immediately looked at Alberto, indicating he was asking for his opinion. Alberto just nodded his head. "Okay." Vega agreed. After that, they were escorted by Martin to the Golden Store, which was on the second floor. There, they saw many designs of wedding rings. Then, Martin asked about the ring model they wanted. "What kind of model do you want?" "A rose-shaped ring with a blue diamond in the middle." Vega mentioned the shape of the ring she wants. "Do you have any sketches?" Martin asked Vega for a sketch.

I ended the call before he could finish that sentence. The scent of Ethiopian coffee and butter croissants greeted us when we arrived at the private lounge of Glow Jewelry. Hugo pulled out a chair for me, whispering, “I just want to make sure your finger is happy before the night comes.” Across from us, Madame Valeria Glow—a refined woman with silver hair and an ivory-white suit—opened a purple velvet box. Three ring designs were displayed: a pale blue oval sapphire flanked by baguette diamonds, a light yellow marquise set in rose gold, and lastly, a large colorless brilliant cut surrounded by a halo as delicate as morning dew.

I slipped the silver skull ring on first on his right pointer finger. I moved around a few of the ones I liked before finishing his right hand. One skull in the middle and one with a dragon head on his ring finger. They were fitting for Roman. I smiled brightly, only staring at the rings on Roman’s hands. I picked up another skull ring and went to put it on Rome’s other ring finger. “No, not that one,” Rome said. He grabbed the gold man eating lion one I’d left in the box. “This one on my left ring finger.”

They cut the centre stone in a square with white diamonds around the border and the ring itself must be white gold. I smile and look up into Dante’s eyes. “Dante, please receive this ring as a sign of my love, honour and fidelity to you. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” I say my vow to him, forgetting to omit the ‘love,’ part from the vow, but he seems to have overlooked it.

Baffled, I took what was inside the cup. It was a ring, an old vintage-style ring with diamond and Sapphire rocks. I was speechless. It was too beautiful. “Do you like it?” Vladimir suddenly asked. I stared at the ring and then back at him. The ring was perfect. “It’s perfect…” I whisper. “You know it’s a Trillion Achelois Ring, it belongs to my mother, and now I’m giving it to you,” Vladimir said, holding my hand.

Every instinct screamed don’t let her see this. But she already knew. “Don’t open it,” Bianca said quietly. Vincenzo didn’t argue. He didn’t need to. This wasn’t about curiosity. This was about control. Paolo forced the crate open. The sound of splintering wood echoed like a gunshot. Inside was a hand. Cleanly severed. Preserved. Deliberate. And on the finger - A Romano ring. My vision narrowed. I felt something dark rise up from my chest, something violent and old.