Novel & Cerita Vongola Rings

I sometimes cannot cope up with the changes but I am trying my best to get used to it. I mentally sigh and stare at my ring. I have two rings on my ring finger. The first one is the ring Vicenzo given to me. The sign of the Santorini clan and the second one is our ring now. It is simple but elegant and it is complemented with the design of the first ring. "They change the music" Gordon stated in a toneless voice when the soft music was replaced by something more hype.

“I, Lorcan Dalgaard, give you, Gianna Astoni, this ring as a symbol of my love, commitment, and the eternal vows we have made today to each other. I love you, baby.” He smiles while sliding the ring onto my finger, and I feel an energy wash through me. I then take the platinum ring Orrin offers me, the same ring only thicker than Lorcan gave to me. I smile as I see my wolf engraved on the ring. “I, Gianna Astoni, give you, Lorcan Dalgaard, this ring as a symbol of my love, commitment, and the eternal vows we have made today to each other. I love you, my Prince.” Lorcan chuckles as I slide it onto his finger with a smile on my face.

My dreams of living in a small town with a loving husband go up in smoke. “Exchange wedding rings,” Father Parisi instructs. Before I can think to worry about Angelo’s ring, he removes a small crimson velvet box from his pocket, and opening it, he pulls two wedding bands from the pillow. He hands me the thicker ring that has the letters A & V engraved on it. A for Angelo and V for Vittoria. I’m confused by the romantic gesture. When Angelo pushes the thinner band onto my ring finger, he says, “Vittoria, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

The blonde grinned as she leaned in to give her a kiss. “You have less rings than usual,” the green-haired woman said when she noticed her hands. Since Olivia loved rings, there was no day when she had no more than three rings on her hands unless she had to take them off for work. “Well, I had to sacrifice some for tonight.” The blonde bitterly smiled as she thought about the rings that she bought for high prices, only to end up in the hands of her cousin. Nothing is ever free for Rose Jean. The gang boss raised an eyebrow as she grabbed the latter’s left hand and stared at the minimalistic silver ring around her ring finger, which was also the only ring that she was wearing. “This looks rea

Third Person's POV Dominic twirls the ring on his finger as he looks at it. He thought the first ring Dimitri got him was gorgeous, but this ring is stunning! It's black, just like the other ring. And just like the other ring, the detail on this one is incredible. The lines, and textured design around the ring, and on the inside are unlike anything he's ever seen. The 18-karat gold thin line near one edge sets it off and enhances its beauty. A direwolf ring, how fitting, and perfect!

"You are insane, Vincenzo...!" Aurora half-yelled, and Vincenzo dropped his laptop. He placed his thumb beside her lips... "I'm insane?" Vincenzo whispered. "Suck," he instructed her, and she stared at his fingers... Filled with three golden rings... one on his index, another on his middle finger, and one on his pinky finger. "Huh? Suck what?" she asked. "My thumb," he ordered. "Why?" But he had already placed his thumb inside her mouth...

Not believing what is happening, I sip my juice and look at the four rings that are on the table in front of us. When the Lord returns and opens the display Oliver automatically takes out a pair of rings. “I liked these.” He says taking a pair of gold rings, part of the ring is matte and the feminine one has a detail in diamond stones. "Are beautiful," I say looking at the rings. “Did you like it? It will never leave your finger again.” Oliver says and I feel the butterflies in my stomach. “I liked them, they're a little thick, I think, I mean, my hand is small and so are my fingers...” I say looking at the rings.

"What did you say?" Lina immediately took the box and carefully placed it in her palm. "Ms. Vito, Dario put a lot of thought into this. He'll be heartbroken if you don't accept it." When she spoke, the ring on her ring finger sparkled underneath the lights. I stared at it and suddenly reached out. She thought I was going to take the necklace and held it out with a smile. I didn't. Instead, I took her hand—the one with the ring on—and held it up in front of Dario. "This is a limited-edition snake-shaped ring that needs to be pre-ordered half a year in advance. It costs 180,000 dollars.

A sound of pure, undiluted pain. But the final cut, the one I knew would truly break him, came next. Luca. His most loyal shadow. His consigliere. His brother in all but blood. Luca had finally seen enough. The chaos. The ruin. The pathetic, drunken shell of a man. He did not confront him. He did not say goodbye. There was no dramatic scene. A courier delivered a small, heavy box. Vincent opened it on camera, his hands trembling. Inside, nestled on black velvet, was the ancient Rossi family ring. The ring Luca had worn for twenty years.

its drive way. Finally, the last glassy and fancy four story and smallest villa had the least number of cars only two Porsches one silver and one blue and a rolls Royce."Can we help you miss?"One of the guards shouted in broken Arabic his face sweating from the heat. He seemed to be foreign because he did not have the average middle-eastern look. He seemed to be Indian.She handed the note to the guard with her sweaty hand, flipping strands of hair from her face with the other. "What's your name miss?" The guard asked looking at her suspiciously."My name is Yasmin," she shyly replied looking down while digging her toe into the gravelled road." Yasmin!" The guard repeated in a mocking tone