Watch The Bling Ring Novels & Stories

Thinking about how things are going, Braelyn believes that things are getting better because the way things are going, they'll be led to the triplet if they find the tracks successfully. Her fingers couldn't help touching the ring. Braelyn didn't even know what the ring was intended for, and she was glad that it didn't make her fingers uncomfortable; instead, it was as if she wasn't putting anything on. The ring weight is very light and the only time Braelyn remembered that she was putting a ring on was whenever she looked at her middle finger.

At least, David would keep me like a queen. “You can exchange your rings now.” The officiant asks us. “It’s not necessary.” I snap at him. “It is necessary for me.” Blaze’s deep voice resonates in the room. So, he has a voice, a beautiful one. He turns to me and takes off his glasses and I am awestruck by the most captivating pair of ocean green eyes staring deep into my soul. He takes off his gold chain and removes a thin gold band with a small diamond in the centre and grabs my hand while I keep staring at him. He slides the ring in my finger and surprisingly it fits me well. Its not expensive but it’s beautiful. The lightest ornament I ever wear except my Mom’s pendent.

But then, just as I was about to turn back, I spotted something glinting in the underbrush. “Hey,” I said, crouching. I picked it up; a shiny silver ring. “Look at this.” Dominic walked over and peered over my shoulder. “What’s that?” I studied the ring for a moment. It was thin and delicate, set with a single blue sapphire. I knew this ring. I’d watched the moment my sister opened the tiny box containing it on her sixteenth birthday. “This is Vivian’s ring,” I said, standing slowly.

It’s real. There’s a lot of money wrapped around my finger. I stare at the ring, can't quite believe it. It’s beautiful, a sparkly, elegant thing, but heavier than it looks. I should return it. But maybe I should leave it on. If I take it off, I might lose it. And if I wear it, someone might try to steal it. I settle on wearing a glove over it. Bathe, dressed, hair combed into a simple high ponytail, I step out of the lift and find Jenna, Serena, and Freya already waiting.

Seeing the stubborn yet desolate look in my eyes, he finally released me. I wiped away my useless tears and turned to leave. But after just a few steps, I heard Ella's wounded voice call out. "Wait. Give me the ring on your finger." I stopped in my tracks, my gaze involuntarily drawn to the ring on my finger. This was a Hartley family heirloom Lance gave me after I took that knife for him. Back then, I lay in the ER, covered in blood. Even the doctors said there was no hope for me. Lance pushed past everyone into the ER, fell to his knees in front of me, and cried out my name.

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.

Real power. I wiped my tears, straightening. “When?” “Tomorrow,” Mom said. “He’s sending the ring tonight. The announcement goes public next week.” A slow smile spread across my face. Hailey thought she’d won? Kicked me off the squad, humiliated me? Watch this. Later that night, the ring arrived—platinum band, diamond so big it hurt to look at directly. I slipped it on, admiring how it caught the light. Time for phase two.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ That's it. That's the one. I just hate how she doesn't see what I see. It's perfect. "You look... amazing." I'm blown away, close to using that same word I've been avoiding. Awe. Winter's blush is instantaneous, her fingers playing with the seven carat ring that now sits so delicately on her ring finger. I'm kind of amazed it actually fit. I was expecting to have to get it sized.

His expression never wavered, but he leaned in just slightly when I pulled out the ring box and opened it to reveal the modified band. Henry listened. Really listened. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t scribble notes frantically or glance at the clock. His hands were folded on the desk, his expression unreadable but intent. And when I finally pulled out the velvet box and opened it, revealing the modified ring with the embedded chip still nestled within, I saw his eyes narrow just slightly. Not in disbelief—but in calculation. “This,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with everything I was trying not to feel, “is proof that someone has been watching me for months. Maybe years.”

Willow quickly ducked behind the tree before they could look at her. She unzipped her hoodie and took out the ring she always carries. It is a special ring given by Brenda to every member of her team. This ring can conceal the nature of the wearer. In other words, it hides the smell and aura of the wearer. She swiftly wore the ring on the forefinger of her left hand. After taking a few deep breaths to calm her heartbeat, she made the vine of the tree grow longer.