Wrapped Around Your Finger Meaning Novels & Stories

Between the fact that I was above average in size and how small her hand was, her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it. "Squeeze it."

For a moment, I contemplated murder. “Say yes!” Someone shouted and the others followed. “Say yes, say yes!” I felt the pressure in my bones, they were singing in my ears and I gave up. “Yes.” My voice sounded lower than usual. “Louder!” Someone asked. “I SAID FUCKING YES!” I snapped and Mr Montgomery put the ring on my finger before stand standing up. Then, pulled me into his arms and brought his mouth near my ear.

So close I had to tilt my face up to catch his gaze. "That red necklace," he said. "You know what it means." "You put it there." "A Wolf King's Covenant. The moment I slipped that necklace into your pocket," he lifted his hand, the motion so slow I watched every angle of his fingers curling, the rough pad of his thumb, calloused from years of wielding blades, pressing over the corner of my mouth, "you were already bound to me. Not a slave. Not a possession." His thumb stopped just at the edge of my bottom lip. It didn't press down. It just stayed there. The pad was too hot for a normal person. Skin separated from skin by less than a millimeter.

Something I wish wouldn't be happening so often. "The way you swore you would never do that. I can still remember me telling you I'll have you wrapped around my fingers..." Having him say he will have me wrapped which in his own words means he already has me wrapped makes me feel so little of myself. "I will make you beg." He's inching closer to me, if that's even possible as his hands runs across my arm, rubbing it down and then up again before both his hands rests on my shoulder. "Make you beg for my lips against yours. "

"The manager called it the love bangle. He said it symbolizes true love and commitment. I hope you will like it." Looking down at the bangle, Caroline swallowed hard. And then the tiny screwdriver in the box caught her attention. She took it out of the box and looked at me. "What's this?" I smiled again as I took the screwdriver from her and unfastened the bangle with it. "The bangle is studded with a screw that locks to the wrist. It can only be opened and fastened with this special screwdriver. Without it, you will not be able to take this bangle off. This is to sanctify inseparable love." I explained while gently putting the bangle around her wrist.

Lila The pulse circle began to shake. Not broken. But uncertain. And my thread the one wrapped around my sleeve for thirty-seven days? It slid loose. Hit the earth. And stayed still.

This little cutie right here was molded to torment me. An old man like me stuck out my little finger to take an oath stronger than any promise made to a fraternity. “Pink swear.” She locked her finger in mine, sealing my words for life.

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.

The moonlight catches against the polished metal and the crescent gleams softly, like a silent answer to the moon from which it is born. I stare at the wolf if it is curled around, protecting it…or maybe it is trapping the wolf. I couldn't decide which of the interpretations to accept. A restless vibration hums deep in my bones, travelling from my arms down until it reaches my fingertips. They flutter like little birds caught in a trap, unable to stay still for even a second. Silently, I close trembling fingers around the pendant. It feels cold to touch, like a captured shard of winter, its porous surface stealing the warmth from my palm.

It is said that your ring finger is connected to your heart, thats why we wear engagement ring in left hand ring finger. I don't know its truth or not but if it is i will not wear his ring. "Payal beta (child), forward your hand. Akhilji is waiting..." Papa said beside him. Don't give him respect papa, he is not worth it...i wanted to say. I forward my hand for him to hold. And his smirk dropped after seeing my hand. Now it was my turn to smirk. My last fingers were bandaged due to the injury...So, he can't made me wear the ring.