Vongola Rings Novels & Stories

He gently takes my hand in his. It is indeed a dreamy moment. I feel tingles on the surface of my arms as he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb. "You should not roam around with empty fingers when you say you're married, people will doubt us. You can wear this ring now." He slowly moves the ring into my finger till the end of it. I admire the design and daintiness of the ring with my eyes. The design is magnificent. It has one big diamond in the middle and a small star at one side filled with mini diamonds. The ring is gracing my hand.

“Oh, I can’t wait to look at them! Gather around girls, let’s look at the rings I had made for the boys!” Julia, Natalie, Kendra, Loren, and Emma, all gathered around as I opened the box. In the box there were 5 rings, all simple, yet elegant. It is not tradition for male wolves to wear rings, and I have no idea what vamps do, but I wanted to give my mates something. I chose rings. I made sure all the rings looked identical but that they were customized as well.

Not long after, I rechecked Sophie's social media. The close-up photo of the ring had vanished. 'Good. Deleting it only means it rattled her,' I thought. I reloaded the mall membership card and handed it to Victoria. "Mom," I spoke sweetly, "there's a new drop from that luxury brand. It matches your ring perfectly. I heard Mrs. Graham and Mrs. Ewing already booked appointments." Those two were her eternal rivals—always battling over handbags, diamonds, and designer outfits. They'd flaunted new pieces just last week, and Victoria had been seething ever since.

The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric. The third is a slim gold chain that runs between the clamps, dipping low across her sternum like a necklace no one else can see unless the dress shifts just right. The fourth is thicker, heavier: a gold ring piercing her clit hood, freshly done this afternoon in a private clinic Victor owns. The barbell is short but the ring hangs below it, brushing her swollen nub with every step, sending electric jolts straight up her spine. The fifth and final ring is the largest: a wide, polished gold ba

Composed face. Cold eyes. Dr. Amelia Voss. The person across from her had their back to the camera. But the hand visible on the table— The ring on the right hand. I had seen that ring. In a ceramic dish on Mara's dressing table. Two simple rings. Left behind when she disappeared. I looked at Damian. He was looking at the photograph. At the ring. At the hand of the person sitting across from Voss. His expression was completely still. "Who is that?" I asked.

On our seventh anniversary, Don Leonardo Luciano gave me an eight-carat pigeon's-blood ruby ring. He told me it was a family heirloom, passed from one Donna to the next. "Camilla, I can't give you a wedding yet, but in my heart, you're already my wife." My eyes filled with tears as I slipped it onto my finger. Then I asked my best friend, Nora Bennett, to examine it after her shift at the auction house. She held it under a lamp and slowly turned the stone. A ring of crimson light appeared inside it. "This isn't a natural ruby." "How is that possible? Leonardo gave it to me. It's a family heirloom." Nora frowned. "Really? I heard every piece of Luciano family jewelry bears a gold lion crest.

I smile sheepishly. The rings are presented by Michael Black, Marcello’s friend. Marcello goes first, saying his vows “ for better for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part “ and slides a diamond encrusted ring on my finger. The diamond at the top is larger than my head. I wonder how many carats it is. I say my vows next, trying hard to keep my voice neutral and not give away the tornado swirling in my belly. As I slide the ring onto Marcello’s finger, the weight of the vows we just made in front of all these people, sinks in.

This is forever. Bonnie leans over one case, tapping the glass. “You really thought about this a lot, didn’t you?” “I think about Viola every day,” I say, fingers brushing over the cool surface. “Every detail. Every moment. I want her to know this means more than just a ring. It means I see her—everything she is.” She nods, expression softer now. “Alright, Romeo. Show me what you’ve got.” We start going through the rings. The small ones, the big ones, the traditional ones, the unique ones. Some glitter with classic brilliance, others catch the light with odd angles and modern cuts. Each one tells a story, and I’m trying to find the one that tells ours.

Ella questioned, curiosity lacing her words. Peterson smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He extended his right hand, revealing a ring adorning his index finger. "Daylight ring. It allows a vampire to roam freely during the day, even under the brightest sun. I have three more rings like this," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of superiority. "Can I touch it?" Gova asked, his voice filled with awe and fascination.

Ray said again. She first sighed "Those rings served multiple purposes, I don't know exactly the story behind the Luna rings, but the Sol rings were made to be worn by the rulers of the two biggest kingdoms" "Two? Two rings if Sol?" "Yes, and two rings of Luna, Victor had the rings forged to aid in holding Vlad in his tomb, you might think your body uses the ring to hide from the sun, when in essance the ring is using your strength as a vampire to keep Vlad sealed"