Whitney Houston Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

I lowered my gaze. "I'm just going to wait until you're healed," he continued, "And then..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring, white gold with a moonstone at its center, surrounded by tiny diamonds like stars. It was my engagement ring. Without hesitation, he slipped it onto my finger. "Let's really get joined, forever," he said, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Whitney, I know what happened that day with the necklace. Yvette had stolen yours and even deliberately dropped it, causing it to shatter. "I've found someone to craft a new one for you. Take a look. It's identical, right?" I spared it a brief glance, but the necklace looked nothing like the one my mother had left me. The texture of the stone was very rough, and it didn't shimmer at all despite being under the sunlight. It was obvious that it was a rushed job. He forcefully pushed the household staff out of his way and shoved the necklace into my hands. "Whitney, I came here specifically to apologize to you. Don't be angry. We'll get married right away, okay?"

“In the name of God, I, Alessandro Kennedy De Rossi, take you, Selena Salvatore to be my beloved wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.” Sandro took the sparkling, ring with 6 and ½ carats, pushing the tiny, shimmering, diamond, encrusted metal band into Selena’s finger. She could hardly see the ring with tears blurring her visions. Her soft veil brushing against her exposed back and her long, lace fitted sleeve that stretches up to her wrist gave a gorgeous overall alongside her wedding ring. No words could describe how ecstatic she

I couldn’t get my voice to work. “YES, OF COURSE, YES.” I scream. I launch myself at them as they continue to kneel in front of me. Alexi takes the ring from the box as Jayson holds my hand still so he can slip it on my finger. I will not ask how they knew my size but the ring fits perfectly. “The center stone is an eight carat pink diamond. We knew you would love it.” Alexi told me.

He picked up the wedding ring, bringing it to his eyes with a deepened frown. Gavin had gotten her a ring 10x better than this one before she broke up with him. Though he kept that ring hidden away in his nightstand till this day. The diamonds of the ring Henry had gotten her were too small, and the engraving was corny. However, it was clear that this wedding ring cost a lot. He recognized the small symbol next to Erin’s name. It was a Tiffany collection. Those weren’t cheap. What did her husband do for work?

“Scarlet and Jaxson decided to go with traditional wedding rings that her company had personally made. Please place the rings on the other fingers.” The boys came over and handed me an all black platinum size 12 ring. It had a ring of diamonds with one ruby in the middle. Our way of laughing at how and what brought us together. Placing it on his finger was a little tricker since mine were shaking slightly. He placed a band that matched my engagement ring perfectly. My staff did amazing at these. They even put our initials on the inside, in a heart.

Sensing my movement, he put the device down and turned to me, a slow, lazy smile spreading on his lips. "Good morning, wife," he murmured, pulling me into his arms. His hand roamed over my back, possessive and loving. "Good morning," I whispered, blushing slightly. "What time is it?" "Late," he chuckled. "You needed the rest. But I have something for you." He reached out to the bedside table and picked up a small, velvet box. He opened it, revealing a ring. It wasn't an ordinary wedding band. It was a wide band made of white gold, encrusted with small black diamonds, and in the center, a single, huge, flawless blue stone.

After the meeting, it was because both of them had agreed to the wedding, so the wedding took place quickly after only a week that day. The couple’s wedding has become a hot topic in newspapers and social networking sites, and is also the most extravagant wedding that many people dream of. The pure white wedding dress even more exalted Jennifer Martinez’s white skin, her eyes glittered like the sea, the diamond crown on her head sparkled. She held in her hand a bouquet of blooming roses, she stood still, gorgeous like a princess in a fairy tale. The maid opened the jewelry box in her hand. William Jackson Dang’s eyes swept over the box, he reached out and took out a precious stone necklace,

Then I set my eyes toward the small box resting on the counter. It was white velvet and in simple design. Inside in it was ring in white diamond. In oerfect cut, brilliant and still beautiful. The same ring was the one Pierre slid onto my finger on our wedding day. He had made me promise something back then. “If you ever move on,” he said gently, “don’t wear it.” I laughed at the time, brushing it off like it was impossible. “I won’t,” I told him. He smiled anyway. “Still. Promise me.”