Ringleader Jacket Novels & Stories

Huge like a mountain and wide like a fucking bulldozer. Tattoos crawl up the side of his neck, his arms, all the way down to his knuckles sporting fat gold rings. I can tell in an instant his jewelry isn’t a fashion statement. These rings are meant to hurt. In lieu of brass knuckles, they’d be a perfect substitute. The third guy is by far the most impressively dressed. Modest silver cufflinks, his hair swept back. His smile is warm and charming, but the wicked glint in his eyes warns me not to be fooled. He reminds me of Uncle Craig, charismatic and bold—deceptively so.

he said. "Dante, we did the rings—" "I know. This is different." He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. The necklace he produced was simple — a dark leather cord, a small silver wolf in profile, oxidized and understated, sitting in his palm like it had been waiting patiently for this exact moment. She looked at it. Then at him.

The Game operations manager radios for him as he puts the earpiece in, “ Boss, you’re on in one minute. “ He acknowledges as he is handed a walking cane. The announcer speaks up again, “ Cannibal Fans, please welcome the Cannibals owner and your host for tonight’s feast, Jeremy Davis. “ He starts to run as his name Is being said, then begins to high step once he exits the team bench and onto the field till he reaches midfield. Everyone is stunned to see Jeremy wearing a Ringleader jacket that looks like it is stitched and sewed like an old-school horror film prop straight from the lab of Doctor Frankenstein—an strange collaboration of colors and textures from

she asked Dakar with a mischievous smirk plastered on her face. “And the fact that it belonged to the late Alejandro Mateo…Leader of The Lucien Brothers who controlled the underworld of Mexico. This ring was one of the five signature rings he wore on his right finger. And I wonder how much The Italian Mafia is willing to pay to have Alejandro’s ring.” Avril rubbed the ring between her index finger and her thumb. Dakar took a glance at the ring and he felt his jaw clench. “If that ring is so important, then why are you wearing it now?” he asked.

He was putting on a couple of gold chains on his neck and wrist, he had an earring in his left ear, his hair was dyed purple, and he looked like the typical gangster leader. Suddenly, a man in a black leather jacket came into the room. He walked toward one of the partying men who was being massaged by a lady. He whispered something in his ear, then the man in the leather jacket left the room immediately. The partying man leaned toward the man who looked like a typical gangster leader and immediately said, “Brother John, someone outside is flirting with your girlfriend. It's that same person from yesterday.” The partying man in a blue shirt and black trousers said to the gangster leader.

Rafal said as he took out a small black box from the pocket of his long black coat and handed it to him. Angelo nodded and took a deep breath while he carefully opened the box to examine a diamond ring shining with a charming and charming sight that he requested and bought that day.. "I need you to call Reverend Harrison, and have him arrange all that we agreed upon that day at seven o'clock; Angelo saw how Chiara's eyes widened with the sight of the ring's brilliance when the light was reflected on him; Rafal remained silent for a few seconds; He is trying to comprehend the new addition to the plan to take the leadership position of the Giorgio group!

They placed the boxes in front of me and retreated. I waved my hands at the boxes and said, “These are jade rings that render magic ineffective. If you are ready to fight for your Luna and Future Alpha pick these rings and wear them.” My heart pounded against my ribs as I waited for them to come forward. One minute passed then another. A sinking feeling enveloped my heart. Just when I thought that I had made a mistake by making this offer Richard stepped forward and picked up a ring. The others followed and soon all five hundred of the men were wearing the rings. I picked up a ring and held it out to Nivaan.

Everyone turned in the direction of that voice and saw a group with dozens of people walking in from the door. The leader was a bald man with sunglasses. He was smoking a cigar and wearing a mink coat. His neck and hands were full of gold accessories and several jade rings. His attitude was arrogant! The pompadour was grand! There were also two hot and sexy women next to him with his arms around them. They looked very enticing with long legs and big chests. Behind them followed a bunch of tattooed and swaggering punks, all of them looking murderous.

Around his, a necklace made of shifter fangs, each one like a grim trophy of how perverse this man truly is and it makes me want to vomit . “Ladies and gentlemen,” the ringleader’s voice booms, silencing the crowd, “tonight we have a special treat. A rogue shifter, captured and brought to justice. Let’s see if he’s worthy of the gift he was born with.” My lips curl into a snarl. What the hell is this? The ring leader’s words are probably meant to demean, to strip me of my humanity and reduce me to nothing more than a beast. But I will never play their games. Not like this.

Jacob **** Two Years Later The mirror reflected a man who looked like a king. I knew the truth, though—I didn’t feel like one. The elaborate gold embroidery on my deep crimson jacket shimmered under the glow of the overhead light. My shoulders were draped with a wolf-pelt mantle, symbolizing my role as Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and the ceremonial insignia of my lineage was pinned at my chest. Every seam and stitch was perfect. Yet inside, I felt like a hollow shell.