Ringleader Jacket Novels & Stories

Lana greeted, unsure what to call him. “It is Gamma Elijah,” he corrected. “Good Morning, Gamma Elijah.” Something was unifying, Lana noticed. All the leaders wore an armband over their black attire. Kaylee's was green with a snake drawn over it, while Elijah's was red with a dragon and gun drawn over it. Turning to look more deeply, the elders had theirs too, Katida, Viktor, and some other guys. She couldn't make out their symbols since they were far, but the different colors shone brightly.

Jada jerked her fingers back, shocked by his familiarity with her. “I have a gift for you, Jada,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small black box. He opened it to reveal a stunning white sapphire circle flanked by four marquee diamonds in a white gold setting like vines. She stared at the ring with awe, but then pushed it gently away. “You don’t have to do this, Mr. DeRoya,” she said, dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap that were now feeling damp.

They were the most beautiful shade River had ever laid her eyes on. Ryker rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone gently and for a moment, she thought he was going to lean in and kiss her but, he suddenly stepped away, collecting a black tie from the armrest of a chair. River gawked at his full figure. He was dressed in a white shirt, a black leather jacket over it, a black leather trouser and a black boot. His fingers on his left hand were peppered with silver rings which a child could tell it was worth millions. And, a necklace with the Pack's logo hangs around his neck. He had an impeccable fashion sense that complimented his good looks.

But it looked great on her finger. "Wow! That's gorgeous!" I replied, taking her hand to admire her ring. It was a marque cut and sparkled beautifully with tiny diamonds around it. "Where does he work?" "He's the handler for the Diamond Pack clothing design store," she replied, smiling proudly as she admired her ring. "What's the name of it?" "POSH." My eyes flew open wide. "No way! POSH belongs to the Diamond Pack?" She nodded proudly. "Yes, and he's the head of all the branches. In fact, they're planning to open one in New York soon! Have you heard?"

said Jaxter who looked so serious now. "That's not it Jax! But you're breaking our rules! He is one of the leaders of the Golden Circle and we need to take matters into our own hands! We assure you, you will be satisfied with our punishment." "I won't be satisfied if I don't do it myself."

I arch a brow, studying him as he continues, “It's one of the... requirements for our positions. No family.” I'm well aware of what he's referring to. The qualifications for Ringleader status are common knowledge. When Ringleaders reach the age of 70, their term ends, and new leaders are selected from a pool of eligible male orphans. Boys between 10 and 11 are chosen to spend the next decade honing their skills in weaponry, martial arts, and undergoing rigorous intellectual assessments. Upon the retirement of the current Ringleaders, the top three 20 or 21-year-old men from each Ring are selected for the most powerful positions: Arbiter, Military General, and Ringleader.

I said evenly. For a split second, there was silence. Then Jane's expression shattered. "You're an imposter." The man with the folder stepped back instantly, the folder pulled to his side in shock. I froze, confused at how I was caught. What? The guard had said the ring was the identifier. Jane's gaze lingered on my hand, her lips curving slowly. And then I saw it, on the guards beside her. The rings. They weren't on their fingers. They hung around their necks-threaded on thin chains, resting against their collars.

he mutters glaring around the room. "I see", talk about being brats. "Who's the leader?" I ask the group. "I am" a brown haired one said rather cocky with a distained look on his face and raising his hand. He definitely looked like the leader, he had on a full black outfit, with so many pockets, he wore a dog tag chain around his neck and combat boots. He was dressed a little different from the others, the others had on the same outfit but there's were grey.

My body had a mind of its own, a magnetic sexual force that was only drawn to HJ’s pull. Sebastian’s eyes locked on my hips, on my dress still bunched there, and I started to let go of the fabric just as his hand shot out. It balled into a big fist, and the tulle of my dress tangled in his fingers, covering the mafia ring I stared at from time to time. Each of the men at the top of the mob had them, like class rings, but with skulls imprinted on them and a teardrop on the side that symbolized the family’s blood.

Why would anyone even glance at his dirty boxer shorts or take notice of the faint gleam around his crotch area? Perhaps it had something to do with the expensive-looking ring that he luckily found on the ground. He still hadn’t gotten the chance to sell it, so he kept it close to him at all times. If any of his comrades saw it, it would be game over for him. Since it was a hot day, and they didn’t have proper ventilation in their building—except in the Leader’s Room—the men were bare-chested, wearing only boxer shorts. To safeguard the ring, Gary resorted to tucking it discreetly into his boxer shorts, the only secure place he could manage.