Anime Thug Novels & Stories

In the SUV are their mother and their baby brother. Hearing the car's sound by the fence, the thugs look back at the gate. The bulletproof tinted windows slide down, revealing a man with a black hat, red feather, and a suit, “that is.” The thug stutters.”That is Lucifer Morningstar.” As his eyes grow wide. The hard-living thugs have all stood still, staring at Lucifer. “Honey, what is happening here? Why are these street people in our yard.”

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

At this point, I was fully satisfied with the thug I met. He was smart. I had seen it. Katlego would never get a hold of him. And this made me happy. It told me a tale of a free man who had his ways all the time. Whether straight or crooked, I was loving the roller coaster ride.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

“Wow! Isn’t somebody trying to play superhero?” The thug who shoved Tanya had a wolf head tattooed on his chest. He ripped his shirt open a little bit wider to show off the tattoo before saying aggressively, “Little brat, you’re right about me being a wolf! I’m not just a wolf, but a wild one who has tasted blood before! Did you know that?” “Haha! Look at this, brat!” The other three thugs glanced at each other before they, too, pulled their shirts open to reveal the same wolf-head tattoo on their chests.

a hand reached out and grabbed Aian by the collar, lifting him up to his toes. The thug got right up in his face and he could smell the rank breath and see the stubble lining his chin. “Such a pretty one. Shame you won’t be so pretty when we’re done.” Aian didn’t think, he just reacted. He brought his knee up with all the force he could muster and felt it connect with the thug’s groin. The hand released its hold on him and with a high pitched almost squeak, the man crumpled to the floor into a fetal position.

Ruckus laughter assails my ears. I'm not able to hear the other person's reply because they round the corner and their voices fade. I stand there, feeling cold dread snake up my spine. I've heard a few things about the mafias in LA. Brutal humans with no feelings whatsoever. If Ash Thunder is one - Suddenly, an image of him rears up in my head and I laugh awkwardly. Yeah, that man may be all shades of lewd, but being a gangster is definitely not one one of them. I make my way to my office but someone's already there.

"If nobody is going to tell me why I was kidnapped, can you at least get me something to sit on?" The intimidating-looking guy with tattoos and a mohawk haircut, replied, "How about you sit on my d!ck? It will be the best chair you've sat on in ages." He beamed at Anamika, revealing his silver grillz teeth. Anamika felt disgusted as she heard that and she didn't make an attempt to hide it. Perhaps, that angered or challenged the thug, he closed the distance and mercilessly yanked Anamika's hair. The lady didn't whimper, nor let her thoughts appear on her face. She stared back into his black orbs without a sign of fear.