Wrapped Around Your Finger Meaning Novels & Stories

They fell back into my lap, disappointed that they failed to catch their query. Long, strong fingers wrapped around my wrists and lifted them above my head, pressing the palms together. Holding them there myself, he released his grip. My breath caught for a second as the smooth satin of another ribbon wrapped around my wrists, the ends fed up between my hands instead of tying them off, draping down my arms freely.

he wrapped his arm around me again. “Stop doing that… I was already facing problems because of you… I got so many enemies already, you know no one was ready to work for me…” “Then you were working alone right now?” he asked leaning forward, he looked so intimidating that I didn’t knew what I’d say. “Y---yes…” “Why do you always cross your fingers in situations like this? you think I don’t notice?” he said and I looked at my fingers, I myself didn’t notice them. It happens when I lie…

"Your belief in us-it means everything." Jason's hand enveloped ours, his warmth seeping into my skin, a silent vow passing through his touch. Our hands clasped together, forming an unspoken pact that bound not only our flesh but our souls. In this union, there was strength, a promise to hold fast against the tides of uncertainty that threatened to sweep over our pack.

I looks at my wrist and saw a chain—what? I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as I stared at the cold, heavy metal that now bound my wrist. A chain. The feeling of it wrapped tightly around my skin sent a wave of panic coursing through me. My hands trembled uncontrollably, the weight of the metal around my wrist anchoring me in place, reminding me that I was trapped—completely, utterly trapped.

No. I curled my fingers to close my hands in hand, hurting the knots with the golden rings on three fingers of each hand. Sitting and with my hands crossed on my lap, I still squandered an image of a rich and carefree woman, but I knew which direction that interview would take if I didn't cut that man as soon as possible.

she asked, jealousy lit up in her eyes as she spoke, my arms reached towards her as I engulfed her into a warm embrace, I reached for her fingers and locked mine into hers. "seriously? You think a hug would sort things out?." I loved how jealous she was these last few days, perhaps it was unnecessary most times but I found myself attracted to that side of hers. "What is this called again?." she remained stiff as I held her fingers in mine, gently I grazed my thumb over the huge stone she held in her fourth finger, a ring that symbolized the love I had for her. "some jewelry." she answered with a load of sarcasm laced into her voice.

At least, I can definitely improve the condition of Papa's legacy under the Leofwin Group of Companies. I looked at my finger and noticed the twinkling wedding ring. There is no need for me to wear it anymore, I will just give it to the street person and he will be the one to sell the ring. I don't need this. I don't like this. I grabbed the ring and pulled it off my finger. Case... Tight. He doesn't want to be pulled. I pulled the ring again but it only hurt my finger, the ring didn't even move. FVCK! Is it glued?! Why is it suddenly tight? The more I pull, the more it stays on my finger. Damn!

Flashback: Casey sits alone in the dimly lit living room, his fingers tracing the delicate gold band that wraps around his finger. The weight of the wedding ring feels heavier with each passing second, a physical reminder of the vows he once made to the woman he loved with every fiber of his being.

They both nod, their grip only tightening on their weapons. The ring pops off my finger, ‘I will not be chained again!’ Orla growls so loud, my head starts throbbing.

Twisted into the web. Holding it shut.