Whitney Houston Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

Ashton nodded and showed the ring. “And Rosa, do you have a symbol of your vow?” I nodded and showed the ring. “The wedding ring is a symbol of unity, a circle unbroken, without beginning or end. It is a seal of the vows Ashton and Rosa have made to one another. Bless O God these rings, which Ashton and Rosa, who give them and who wear them, may ever abide in peace, living in unity, love, and happiness for the rest of their lives. Amen.” This was it; we are finally going to be husband and wife. I had tears in my eyes, never taking my eyes off my beautiful man.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, beating their wings mercilessly as my heart races. Tears well up and start to spill over. I wipe them away quickly, not wanting to ruin the moment with tears. He pulls out a small white velvet box and flicks open the lid. “I’ve been thinking about how we accidentally got married and then stayed married without getting you a wedding band or an engagement ring.” A gold band is nestled in the plush white fabric. The diamond is set with tiny leaves around it and more diamonds encrusting it. It’s a stunning ring, and I don’t want to think about how much he must’ve spent on it—too much, way too much.

he whispers in my ear. “I can see the headlines now. ‘Six Stabbed at Kensington Wedding. Entry Wounds Mysteriously Tiny.’” Victor laughs and nuzzles my neck, holding me close. “What do you think,” he asks, holding up my left hand so that we can both see the ring. “Is it big enough for you, Luna Kensington?” “Hmmm,” I say, pretending to judge it with a harsh and critical eye. “I suppose it will do,” I say, my voice haughty. “For now. But the anniversary ring will have to be at least double the size.”

I could not quite put my finger on the whirlwind of emotions he evoked with his touch, but I knew one thing: I did not want it to end. The words hung like a blessing in the air, and the audience fell silent. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and then the room was filled with excitement and warmth. There were guests who exchanged knowing smiles and others who wiped away happy tears. With their hearts racing, Donald and I stood hand in hand looking at one another as our journey together formally began. I can not really put into words how thrilled I was. I whirled around and gave the crowd a wave. My wedding ring is made of diamonds which worth millions of dollars. Among the most expensive in C

He was about to silently protest when the room erupted in cheers. I look up, and the woman in a white dress showed her left hand, and on her ring finger resting a beautiful ring. In a Halo ring, there's a huge amethyst rock in the middle of the ring, then the rock was surrounded by diamonds, and the band of the ring was also covered with diamonds. The couple looked up at each other then they kiss. It's a beautiful sight, I can see the love in their eyes. Then the couple started approaching us, first it was Nyx. The emerald and heterochromia woman embraced each other. After they greet Nyx, the couple walked toward me and Amelia.

Whitney came barreling inside in a state of utter disarray. She had broken free from the security guards. Her hair was tangled, her wedding dress soaked through, and she rushed toward the altar like a woman possessed. "No! Joseph, don't marry her!" The security guards swarmed her at once, restraining her and blocking her advance. Unable to break free, she could only stare at me through the crowd, her voice cracking as she screamed my name again and again. "Joseph, don't marry someone else! Come with me!" Without sparing her a single glance, I picked up Clara's wedding band.

I could easily afford the ring as the Sterling heiress, but having him spend this much on me felt better than I would like to admit. “Then we'll take it.” He turned to the clerk and finished the process of purchasing the ring without asking the price. I basked in the euphoria of having a new husband and a three-million-dollar ring as my engagement ring. We were standing on the curb right outside the Harry Winston store, waiting for the car. “Do you want to go see our house?” he asked. Our house. I blinked and nodded slowly. We took the elevator in one of the luxurious apartment buildings in Midtown Manhattan. The Everton's iconic glass tower was popular for its structure that looked like it

Alone now, I sit at the vanity and open the black box Jackson brought. We agreed to attend the ceremony with the rings we bought. A sigh escapes me when I see the ring inside. I put it on, my vision blurring with tears for a moment, until I close my eyes and hold them back. Then, I admire the ring on my finger. Half open at the front, it circles the back of my finger until it ends in a diamond on the left. On the right, the white gold divides into bands, ending in a diamond above and another below the center one on the other side. Perfect for representing us.

Nothing. My ring sparkled back at me, the six-carat diamond and matching diamond wedding band proof that I was married to the hottest guy on the planet. We’d gotten married in my parents’ back yard, and Kim and Emily had outdone themselves. I’d chosen an off-white Vera Wang gown that hugged every curve perfectly and made me feel like a princess. Austin had worn an Armani tux that had literally been made for him, while Mack stood as his best man and Kim stood as my maid of honor.

Diana ushered him into the house, and the three of them started to discuss wedding plans. It was Whitney's second marriage, and she was not interested in turning it into a grand wedding. She wanted to keep a low profile and have a honeymoon wedding instead to spend more alone time with Lucas, but Lucas wanted to give Whitney the best of everything, and he insisted on a big wedding celebration. "The betrothal gifts include a hundred million dollars, four houses and cars, 12 sets of gold jewelry, and three sets of diamond jewelry. Are there any further requests from you, Mom?"