Whitney Houston Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

Things had gone haywire, nothing had been left behind of him. I glanced down at my wedding dress- different from the one I had chosen to marry Diego in. My jewelry, shoes...my wedding ring. He thought of everything and erased every single speck of my former fiance on me. I stared down at the rings on my finger- my engagement ring was a baby blue colored, heart cut and shaped, 2.5 Carat diamond with a rose-gold band that was equally surrounded by diamonds which was paired with an equally diamond encrusted-gold wedding band that shimmered under the bathroom lights.

I didn't even know what the rings looked like, our father's had picked out everything. Every part of this night had been orchestrated to perfection, except my feelings. I could see Jackson in the back of the crowd, sipping on whiskey, gripping the cup painfully tight. Avery turned to me, beaming widely. She lifted the ring first. It was platinum, sharply-cut. Worth more than most people made in three years. Her hands didn’t shake as she slid it onto my finger. "For partnership," she whispered. I stared down at it. Then it was my turn.

I smile at him and he responds with the most dazzling smile I've ever seen in my 18 years. We finally make it down the aisle to where he is standing beside Elvis and my dad kisses my cheek and gives my hands to him. I am so in awe of the man I'm about to marry, I barely realize that it's time for us to say our vows. It's Liam's turn first and he repeats after Elvis and says "I do." Elvis has me place the ring I bought on Liam's finger. I knew it was the right one the moment I saw it. It's a solid black band made of Tungsten and gives off a very rockstar vibe. Then Elvis has me repeat after him and I say I do as well. Liam smiles and adds the matching band to my ring finger.

And he has me too. We go straight to Theo’s penthouse for a small lunch and celebrate our wedding. I look at the simple platinum wedding ring, which has a diamond in the middle and inside Theo’s name printed along with today’s date. He also has my name written on his ring. It is a small but beautiful gesture that in such a short time; he made everything possible and smooth.

Maybe the stillness will feel less like it’s swallowing me if I— The burner lights up. A single notification. No text. Just a file. Video. The air feels tighter. I click before I can talk myself out of it. The screen shows a hotel nightstand. Dark wood, glossy enough to throw back faint reflections. There’s a white lamp with a gold pull chain, off to the side. The lamp’s on, casting a warm circle of light. And in the center— My wedding ring. The gold band. The diamond Nathaniel chose because it looked expensive, not because it meant anything. The same ring he slid on my finger in front of two hundred people who believed he loved me. The one I was still wearing when those bastards ran me over

After some formalities, the emcee asked Jenny, “Miss Green, do you take Mr. Quinn as your husband, to stand by his side through all adversities from this day forward?” Jenny lowered her head bashfully. “I do.” Next, the emcee turned to Justin. “Mr. Quinn, do you take Miss Green as your wife, to stand by her side through all adversities from this day forward?” Justin looked at Jenny tenderly and firmly said, “I do.” The emcee continued, “Now, please exchange rings as a symbol of your love.” Justin took out the ring he had prepared. The twelve-carat diamond ring surprised everyone there. Some of the female guests could not help but exclaim in awe. He gently put the ring on Jenny’s finger, and

the officiant smiled. Ethan slid a stunning, elegant platinum ring onto my finger, placed right next to a simple, twenty dollar silver ring we had kept from our first secret wedding. I slid a matching platinum ring onto his finger, sealing our bond in the eyes of the world. "By the power vested in me," the officiant declared, "I now pronounce you, once and for all, husband and wife. Ethan, you may kiss your bride." Ethan didn't hesitate. He reached out, his arms wrapping around my waist, lifting me slightly off my feet as he pulled me into him.

my eyes blur with hot tears as he continues. "When I woke up alone, I knew I needed to find her. When I did, I felt so lucky that the universe had given me a second chance." He pulls my hands to his lips, kissing my fingertips before opening the box to reveal a beautiful ring with a large, square-cut, greyish-blue diamond that is almost the same color as my eyes and easily as big as my thumbnail. Based on the ornate gold setting, it is likely an antique and possibly a museum piece. "Charlotte Rosalind Monroe," he uses my full name, the one I was born with. "Will you be my wife?"

The only gossip she wants to hear was about him and nothing else. He shrugged his shoulder, uncaring of the gossip of the town, “I’m okay with that. This town needs a little spice. Don’t you agree?” She smiled, understanding what he means. She pulled her backpack which she put on the front basket of her bike and followed him inside. The wedding gown is still out of the casing and she marvels at how intricate the embroidery is. “Can I touch it?” she asked in awe at the beautiful gown.

How could she think of doing that when it only fuels the blood pumping in my shaft? “Well…help.” She chirped in the bond again. “But don’t come close to me. Let’s be professional.” “Professional, I can do that.” She laughed. We both know that’s a beautiful lie. Hours went by, and I found myself occasionally sneaking out of the hall to gush over Dahlia’s wedding ring. It was an oval-cut ruby which had metal leaves curving around the center stone. The band was designed to mimic a twisting vine in rose gold. But this wasn’t the favorite part of the ring. It was the inscription I had underneath the ring.