Ringleader Jacket Novels & Stories

My hair was still damp and the air seeping into the bathroom suggested we were in a cold area. With nothing else to do than stand awkwardly while the brother's chatted discreetly, I decided to make the best out of my situation and observe the distinct features of my captors. The one who brought me here, clad in an Armani and possibly the most dangerous of the trio had a ring on his thumb with the insignia of a crow. Jonas, the second one wore a jacket, faded old jeans, and boots. His most distinct feature was the jarring scar spread across his cheek to his neck. The third was the girl that would not stop sulking. She looked like a fighter. Her clothing complimented it. She was in a grey cami

Along the back of the neck and across the breast silver crescent moons have been embroidered in bright, metallic thread. It’s an alpha jacket. Not just any alpha jacket, the jacket for the Alpha of Silver Crescent Pack. Sylvester places the beautiful coat in my hands. “I hope it fits well enough. It’s one of my old jackets and the tailoring job was a bit rushed.” Swallowing, I’m lost for words. This is it.

There are three of them, each one decked in a leather get-up that screams delinquent a lot louder than it says badass. Something is bad, though. The whole situation I'm in. Worse than the fact that I have no combat training as an adult female wolf is the fact that I have drained the energy my wolf half possesses, taking this situation from unfortunate to life-threatening. "I... uh... I'm looking for my ring." The lie slips past my lips before I even have the chance to think it over. "I lost it and thought it might be here." The men exchange a dark look then turn back to me as one—a red bandana tied around his hair—takes a step forward, putting himself as leader of the ensemble.

"Huh? You'll wait in the car?" The team leader was obviously surprised. He thought they would stick around to keep an eye on them since the ring was worth more than $10,000. "Ms. Hall is a popular celebrity. If we stand here while you guys look for the ring, the fans will crowd around us in no time,” said Kristin. The team leader thought it made sense. Jenny's car was parked nearby. Even from the car, she could get a good view of Serenity pitifully rummaging through the trash cans.

In the night, they resembled the generals from hell, and they gave off a menacing aura that stopped anyone from coming close to them. The leader was a man who looked to be in his early forties. He wore a pale green long-sleeved robe, and on the sleeves was an embroidery of a swallow. This symbol was only offered to the qualified strongest followers of the Jade family. The man was standing in front of the front-most car, and had his eyes fixed intently upon the narrow path in front of him. Soon, a group of people appeared in front of him. “They’ve arrived. Open the car door,” the man ordered, and the Jade family’s cavalry instantly opened the car doors.

I asked as he stepped my way. "Yeah, I just…" His face paled and I knew exactly what was coming next, steering him to a large bin so he could get sick in it, instead of all over his shoes. As he hunched over the bin I noticed the embroidery on the back of his leather jacket - a large R in a circle with the words "we ride together, we die together" around it. "Cool jacket, where did you get it from?" I asked once he'd recovered and had washed his mouth out with a bottle of water I had commandeered.

The ninth time I found a strange man's item in my fiancée's car, I picked up the ring and asked, "Whose ring is this?" "Are you doubting me again?" Olivia's voice dripped with impatience. She dialed a number with practiced ease. My sister picked up. "A man's ring? That's a gift I bought for Gregory. Seriously, bro? Olivia treats you like gold and you're still pulling this? Last time we all hung out, everyone was saying you're always accusing her of cheating. I didn't want to believe it, but wow." My best friend Gregory also chimed in when he heard. "Ethan, how do you expect Olivia to feel comfortable marrying you if you keep this up? Apologize. Now." The call ended. Olivia looked at me w

“But Phoenix approved my claim. They can’t do shit about it unless they want my boot on their skull.” “Who’s Phoenix?” “The club president,” he said. “Oh. So like, the leader.” He shrugged. “Yeah, the leader. Come on.” I followed as he pushed open the door and went inside. The place was packed. I was completely shocked at how many men were in there, every single one of them wearing the Sandcastles cut. Their jean jackets were covered in patches and slogans, but the backs were all dominated by the Sandcastles symbol. Every head in the place snapped toward me as soon as I walked in the door. Jaguar grinned and held his hands up. “Morning, brothers,” he said.

I needed to show him I wasn’t just the anxious kid. And then I saw it. Buried in the back, a relic from a long-ago, ill-advised comic-con phase. A full, vibrant, purple and green Joker shirt, complete with a garish, printed waistcoat and tie. It was definitely a statement. “Perfect,” I muttered to myself, pulling it on. I paired it with my best pair of dark jeans. I looked in the mirror. I looked cool and rebellious, right? Jax was all about breaking rules. This fit.

Amelia warned. "I'll do my best!" A smirk danced at the corner of Lara's lips as her eyes scrutinized her infuriated gang leader. He stood tall looking handsomely dashing in his effortlessly casual summer outfits of white shorts and navy blue shirt. The collar and first two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned revealing a captivating view of his broad and well defined chest. To complete his dashing look was a pair of black stylish loafers, paired up with cool dark shades. "On a lighter note, how does Jack expect me to take him seriously when he's looking this inviting." Lara's eyes glinted with a mischievous glint.