Wrapped Around Her Finger Novels & Stories

I let out squeezing her hand for a moment before I excuse myself and walk to the bar where Caroline is cradling a drink wearing an expensive-looking bodycon dress that hugs all of her curves and accentuates her ass. “Hey,” I say, leaning over the bar and she looks at me, smiling. When she spins to give me a hug, I see the massive rock on her finger and frown but hug her back. “Hey, I am so happy this is all over, and that you came out all innocent in all of this,” she says and I nod, not being able to stop looking at her left hand where a massive rock rests. She follows my gaze and I can tell she feels a little embarrassed as she immediately fiddles the ring with her other hand.

a hand wrapped around her wrist and swiftly wheeled her around. "Where in heaven's name are you off to?" he yelled harshly at her. That brought more tears to her eyes. The cloud rumbled loudly as if reprimanding him for hurting the pure soul. With her meager attempt, she attempted at getting his hands off her but who was she fooling, the man in front of her was a mountain of flesh and strength. She couldn't even remove his one finger. "Leave me be," she shouted in defeat. Instead, he tightened his hold around her wrist.

"What are those ?" " Runes... the rune on her ring finger is a binding rune . She is bound to someone and the other one is for good luck and protection . " He put my hand down gently. " I still want her." "Okay let's say you fall for her ..." " I have already fallen ." "Okay , she's not yours . The markings on her fingers are powerful . Somewhere somehow she is bound to find her way back to the one who holds her heart." I took a deep breath and my eyes opened

At some point, she must have gotten warm and pushed the covers down. God, how is it even possible for someone to be this perfect? I take my finger and start tracing along the vines that flow through her sleeve and then continue on to the script across her collar bone before dipping down and swirling a finger around her exposed nipple. It hardens instantly and she stirs slightly but doesn’t wake up.

My fingers trembled as I zoomed in on the tablet. That ring… I knew it. I knew it like a scar I'd tried to forget. I had placed it on the pale, delicate, manicured fingers that were hers. I can still remember the way those fingers had once traced fire across my skin, teasing promises in the dark, now twisted into something sinister.

“I see. Now back to my finger.“ She scolded lightly, and stretched her left hand to him. She watched amusedly as he sulked before disappearing to a white smoke that circled her hand before forming a ring on the third finger of her left hand. The ring was different. More daring. She liked it. She also knew it would be easier to call on him. It was like he was actually on her finger. Not caged in a ring anymore. Just as she was about to continue the walk to her room, she heard the offending man give a gasp and then faint.

Her fingers brushed across the name. “Charlie!” she whispers, happiness filled her heart when she remembered she was her cousin. Holding onto the piece she goes and sit in her chair again, frowning now. For the strangest reason she looked at her hand having the notion that there is suppose to be a ring on her finger.

I can’t erase the fact that she tried to get pregnant without my knowledge. Once the shawl is wrapped around her neck, I dig into the pocket of my coat and take out the fingerless mittens I grabbed for her, then I reach for her hand. She pulls it back again. And I just tighten my grip on her, forcing the soft, woolen glove over her left hand. She keeps fussing, pulling, shaking. “For goodness’ sake, Sophia?” I say through gritted teeth, giving up. I drop her hand into her lap and turn away.

She fights her eyes to stay open as she squeezes her finger around mine. But to my surprise, she stretches her other fingers out and laces them through my own. Fireworks explode in my mind at the small connection.

He sneered. She palmed another dagger and thought about killing him. If she had her magic now, she might not even hesitate. She hurled her dagger in his face but he didn’t even flinch. Right before she could release it, her hand moved of its own accord, hurling the dagger into the far wall instead. She stared at her betraying hand in shock. “What dirty trick is this?” She gritted out. “There’s no trick at all. You bound yourself to me when you put that ring on your finger.” He replied and she held her hand up.