Ringleader Jacket Novels & Stories

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.

They all responded, stomping their feet on the ground as they called out. Their leader walked out, also adorned in white garb and white hood. His were longer and more exquisite, showcasing his higher status. He adorned on his left hand a red ring which sat proudly on his index finger, illuminating bizarrely. It had an evil presence surrounding it, causing one to fear the man wearing it unconsciously. Raising both his hands towards the men, he continued his powerful speech. "The time has come, for the Allikans!" The sound of their cries enveloped the whole forest, carrying with it a promise of destruction.

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.

Darryn sits back on the bed with a phone in his hand; he looks up at Joshua, “who wants to know who I am?” “Listen, six. I am not here to go back and forth with you. Why is Winters jacket here?” “You do not know who I am, do you?” Says Darryn, chewing bubblegum and smirking up at Joshua. “I am not interested in who you are; I am here for Winter.” Darryn stands up, moving in closer as he lights a cigarette and blows it into Joshua's face. “Nice ring; it looks expensive.’ Joshua is wearing a limited edition 24-carat gold ring with a dollar sign outlined with diamonds reflecting in the sun; underneath the ring, he has an MF tattoo.

"Whatever. Stay on the topic." "Okay. So....where was I? Oh yeah punishments! That chain," Arjun pointed to the pillow, "is damn important to Rendells. It is a warrior helmet, a symbol of Rendells. It shows their power and position in the circle. Only important people have it. Now tell me what will they do if they know their precious thing was taken by someone else. Are you ready for their punishments?" Arjun asked with an expressionless face. Neal gulped down and looked at his hands and beautiful nails. He fisted his hands pulling them to his chest.

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.

"Here's my number—contact me anytime you need me. Our intelligence network is clandestine, so we have access to insider information within many entities." "Good." Frank took the note and escorted Peerless Jackt out. After Peerless Jackt left, Ida came up to Frank. "Master, who was that man, and what does he have to do with your ring?"

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

Lankko’s knives were likewise extracted from his belt and taken by the armed men. "The high and mighty Jad Enzir, exiled from his own city and forced to live in the jungle," said a man's voice. Enzir looked at who was speaking and saw a man walk in front of him. He was wearing a green band around his head that hid his forehead and most of his coal black hair. An amulet hung prominently around his neck. It was a triangular glassy stone with green striations set on a metal frame and was hung around his neck with a thick black string. Rather than wear his amulet inside his shirt, the man chose to display it in front of his shirt.

I keep shoveling until the hole is filled, then pack it down with the back of the shovel. There. Done. I wipe my hands on my pants—they're already ruined anyway—and head back to the car, tossing the shovel in the trunk. I have water bottles in there too, always prepared. I grab one and start cleaning the blood out of the trunk as best I can. Something glinting in the dim light from my phone's flashlight. A ring. It must have fallen out of the man's pocket when I moved him. I pick it up, examining it. I've seen this exact design before. On the men who do Cole's dirtiest works—the special ones he gives to his high-ranking workers. The ones that mark you as part of his inner circle.