Ringleader Jacket の小説・ストーリー

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.

Clad in leather biker jackets like the one on Coles back, the signature scorpion ring-like shape on the back in red thread. The scorpion in the shape of a circle, with its tail just reaching its head. A piston and crowbar in the middle forming an "X" in silver thread. Not very detailed but quite unique, being the only one of its kind. Every member has her/his own jacket, although there are of course alterations and personalisation is allowed to certain extent. Mine has royal blue checker flacks at the sleeves, albeit I'm not wearing mine now. Whereas Cole opted for a skull at the right breast plate.

Johan asked while Vincent instructed the clerk to bill his brother from the University. “It’s the Morell seal,” he told Johan proudly. “Members of the main family always wear this wherever we go. I seem to have misplaced mine though,” he added, “so I borrowed my brother’s ring.” Vincent took three big bags full of clothes from the counter and thanked the clerk. He then took a separate bag from the rest and handed it to Johan. “Here, this is for lending me your shirt.” he said with a smile. Johan looked inside and saw a very expensive leather jacket inside it. “I can’t accept this!” he said, handing the bag back to Vincent, “This costs more than a year’s worth of my student allowance!”

How he kills is something nobody knows because his foes never returned back to their gangs. Walking behind Sam, Nikolas looks down at his cuffed wrists. He wears a ring on his right hand; Fuck! It's a circle with three emeralds in a triangle. It stands for power. That means Collins is a gang leader too. It came as a surprise to him. How long was he going to keep this news a secret from Juliet?

I want the thing in the window. I sort through the hangers until I find it near the back. It’s black leather, with a thick collar that connects down the center of the chest to a heavy waist belt. Secondary straps branch off, designed to cage the ribs and wrap around the upper thighs. A leather strap runs from the middle of the back downwards, where it would go through the crack of my ass, connecting to a cock ring in the front. The cock ring is removable, so we’d be able to take it off and replace it with a different one, or leave it off entirely, depending on what Kir wants to do to me.

He gently takes my hand in his. It is indeed a dreamy moment. I feel tingles on the surface of my arms as he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb. "You should not roam around with empty fingers when you say you're married, people will doubt us. You can wear this ring now." He slowly moves the ring into my finger till the end of it. I admire the design and daintiness of the ring with my eyes. The design is magnificent. It has one big diamond in the middle and a small star at one side filled with mini diamonds. The ring is gracing my hand.

were there for him and he was not with the silver ring with which he can use to control the men, without the ring he has no power over this men. He clenched his fist tightly ready for anything. "See you in hell brother!" Jake gestured at Mark and then left, now left with Mark, Richarlison and Diana who in a way was shivering and also the seven men who barged into the room all holding battle axe and half-foot long machetes. Sheer menace radiated off Richarlison and his bones popped audibly, snorting he dropped into a fighting stance. He had sworn on Mark's father's head to protect his son with all his life. "I laud your guts!" Steven said to Richarlison. "Don't you have courtesy for t

’ Just then, the door opened and seven men and three women rushed in. Six of them were dressed in black and silver leather, silver stakes and swords adorning their bodies. Each of them have a little symbol on their chest, similar in fact to Alfred’s get up, but unlike Alfred’s, theirs denoted their rank in the guild. Their leader, a frail looking specimen with brown hair and dark eyes, had a wing with three jaguar paws underneath it. My eyes flitted away from him immediately. If they hadn’t butchered my Sven, he would have become captain. This little tramp was occupying my beloved’s position.

“As I am sure you understand. The officer wasn't done. He was flustered, and a flustered predator was dangerous. His gaze swept over Anton and landed on the titanium signet ring on his right hand—a family heirloom, a stylized 'R' encased in a shield. “The ring, sir.” “It doesn’t come off,” Anton said flatly. “I must insist.”

It’s a little unsettling, but their outfit’s the thing that catches her eye the most. They’re wearing pale-blue jeans with ripped knees and a plain black men’s buttoned shirt with the top three buttons undone, tucked into their jeans. Their cropped bright-red leather biker jacket covered in colourful patches makes Celine a little jealous, she wants one now. There’s an eclectic mix of rings on almost every finger and a simple chain around their neck with a small pendant that Celine can’t identify from here.