Ringleader Jacket Novels & Stories

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.

None of them bothered to follow her. They rushed beside Lea, checking on her of any sign of breakdown that Elizabeth's words might have caused. But they couldn't find any. Lea just kept staring up at the ceiling without saying anything. " Are you alright? What did she say? " Jake asked. There was no reply. His eyes fell in the little box in her hand. "What is this? " Jake asked trying to take it from her hand. Lea sat up but before she could protest Jake opened the box. There was a beautiful ring inside with the initial 'R' engraved on it. It looked old and expensive but there was only one problem. It was a man's ring. Why was it in Lea's possession?

My parents were about to refuse but stopped when they saw the look I gave them. I took the ring—not because I was moved, but because on my last birthday, I had wished for a diamond ring from Jim. He had promised, then kept putting it off. But when I saw the initials ‘RS’ engraved inside the band, all my remaining patience vanished. "Tell Jim I don’t accept his confession." "And make sure he knows exactly who that ring was meant for." The Larsons looked like they’d seen a ghost. When they read the initials engraved inside the ring, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything else to convince me.

The ring leader crossed the line and when he was an inch close, he gnarled at me and said; "Burn him together, with the building," he orders. His spit pours into my face, and I etch with irritation. "You want this the hard way? Fine," I stepped back with a cocky smile on my lips, and then I spread my arms flexibly. "Let's have some fun," I whispered, and, surprisingly, the ringleader glared at me, confused. The angry mobsters on his command rushed at me and I took off my hoodie, strained my shoulders, and curved my fingers in a sign that instructed them to keep coming.

I thought I had escaped them. But that was when they intercepted me, circling me and giving off heated glares. My anxiety returned in the double fold, and I gulped to sate the burning sensation in my throat. Gently tucking away strands of my long black hair, I raised my hand in surrender and studied the men before me. The three men were huge and dressed in ripped jackets and denim shorts. They had long brown hairs and spotted hideous masks. One, who seemed to be the ringleader, closed in on me as the others kept watch.

It appears to be made of steel-which feels unusual for Hailey, as she is known to be a fan of nothing beneath gold and silver, and under polished too, so that it does not even pretend to be silver. I pick up the ring, wondering what it is doing there, and find a pendant on it. The sign carved on it is clear and so easily recognisable that I could not have missed it for anything in the world. Why? This is the ring of the Iraka League. ** I know the Iraka League well.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit. “Fucking Rancid,” he said, and everyone burst out laughing.