Beauty And The Gangster Novels & Stories

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (A new Shawna) Shawna's POV I woke up with a smile on my face. I'm gonna start college probably tomorrow. So excited, so so excited. I came down from the bed and ran to the bathroom to wee and wash my face. After doing that I left in search of ma'am Sandra. On the way I bombed into Beatrice. Remember Beatrice, one of the maids. A really nice girl and she is my second favorite person here after ma'am Sandra. She doesn't behave sassy like most of them could always glare at me.

She stared at them from one person to another, scrutinizing them closely before saying, “I need you to get someone for me, this is her picture. Take her here, but before you take her life call this number and I will come. Don't forget, don't leave any trails behind, if you do, you don't know me. This is part payment, I will give you the rest after the job is done.” The gang stared at the picture and back at her confusedly, one decided to clear his confusion and asked, “Okay, but why? she's so beautiful and she looks like you if I look closely.” She sighed and looked at them smiling and said, “It's all plastic surgery's work, this isn't my true face so don't be fooled. Go and do the work, in

Rux. "Yeah, Rux is still running this city. Though Ryder Rux hepls him now," Bella said eyes glinting at the mentioned of the son. "Him and his friends run a gym and bar on their own. Fronts for the gang business." She leans in lowering her voice. Jasmine sighed her eyes drifting away. "They're so hot.. it's so sad they never come here." Thank fuck. I think to myself as Jasmine goes on. "They're like the avengers but tattooed and morally ambiguous."

His warm breath on me calmed me down from my panic and gave me a sense of security. I said in sobs: “Please save me! They…they want…want to sell me! If I fall into their hands, I will surely become miserable, and my life will end here.”"The gangsters are all a bunch of bugs. A beautiful girl like you, why did you have to hook up with that scum?"

My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone. Please don't forget to follow me on my lnstagram account Castiellj. . . ~Benny~ It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

I hate desperate bitch like you, I so much hate it when someone look down on me, listen here baby girl, this is the Casanova family, we're the SJH mafia gang, do you ever wonder the full mafia name" "SJH CASANOVA GANG" She chuckles before stopping staring at me "You see baby girl, I'm not wicked, I just hate annoying brats" She said still staring at me "That isn't true" I managed to say "Well yea you are right, the part annoying isn't true, I just hate it when I see someone beautiful than me but well I may not react not until she tries taking away what Is mine" She frowned, before I could process or ask anything, a punch landed on my stomach.

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

’ She wants to ask, but restrains herself. Rather the woman brushes his right cheek and admires his allure. Pity him. Searching for the dead was like spotting a sunken ship in the shallowest seabed, in which to dive deeper in discovery of darkness is damnation. And there was a trace of pleasure, a halted gratification, in the way his eyes flicker. She frowns as she gently strokes his cheek. “I’m sorry…” she apologizes, but is truly not sorry. "What?" Kagan asks fretfully. "Do you know her? Where is Shanta? Take me to her, please..." Then his face lights up, begging her, almost kissing her feet.