Cool Gang Names Novels & Stories

said Sina. "Gangs? Since when do we have gangs?" Jihan asked, not liking the word gang. "From now on. What should we name our gang?" Dahya answered while trying to think of something. "No! I don't want us to use gangs. Never mind, don't act strangely. We're not friends to make a gang!" Naya said annoyed. "I agree with Naya," continued Jihan. "Ish, you guys aren't fun! Yuna, what if we make a gang?"

"Like these guys." I turn to my boyfriends for a split second, then back to Tristian. "What are their nicknames?" I ask, very curious now. Now I want to know. I didn't need to, but I wanted to. "Haze, Gunner, Blitz, and Asphalt," Tris says right before getting in the car and closing the door behind himself. "We could've told you that ourselves," Sebastian says, causing me to roll my eyes and let a little laugh slip out.

Unlike the other gang members, they were flashy with their gold chains and their chain wallets. What do those assholes want from him? Damien thought irritably. He knew they were Mafia wannabes who called themselves Cosa Nostras, which meant 'our thing' based on "The Godfather." The last time he remembered, he didn't have any beef with them. "Damien Sky, just the person we wanted to see," their leader Tony said. "What do you want?" Damien barked. "Tell your runt of a brother to stay out of our business," Tony hissed.

I decided to listen to PamPam rant about her school and all that happens within the four walls of the rich and famous school. "So.... there's this popular group that calls themselves S3" She continued. "Meaning?" I questioned. "Sexy three!" "You've got to me kidding me? You mean like F4 in that Korean movie, boys before flower?" "Well, maybe they got the inspiration from there. They also call them the S-Girls. These girls are actually very fine, they are in senior secondary school one. Funny enough, their names all start with S. Susanna, Solape and Sadiat, very fine with rich and famous backgrounds. They are bullies though, big time bullies. Not like the normal bullies in your own school o,

Chanelle whimpers, and I roll my eyes. "Who is Heath's father, Chanelle? He deserves to know," I snap, and she shrugs while wiping her face. "Before we moved here, I did something stupid......there was this group of cool kids; well, I thought they were cool. They were a gang or, well, they called themselves that. Looking back, they were just kids thinking they were tough.....anyways. To be in their gang...guys had to get jumped in, and girls...girls get banged in...," Chanelle explains, and my mouth falls open yet again.

“This is is not what we agreed on!” Cohen stated angrily as he slammed the small brown envelope on the table. It was a gambling booth, were the guys in the street usually gathered and gambled, smoked, fought, or made out with girls. Most times, whenever teenagers take to the streets, the next place they go to is the gambling booth where they hung out with older guys who would take them under their wings. From there they become part of a gang.

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

The crowd of hysterical girls in front, held back only by a cordon of CAT cadets from junior high, are screaming the names of DMG members: “Cyber! Reggie! Jared! Sonic! Neo!” Seemingly from out of nowhere, they’ve whipped out banners and signs. Instead of the usual glow-in-the-dark Korean lettering for an evening K-pop concert, there’s a slew of English ones interspersed with the name of a particular artist or of the whole band.

Lesley said, which made Tarcy look at me. "You let someone bully you? Tell me, who they are? I'm going to teach them some lesson." "It's nothing, just a little fight. Don't mind this girl," my immediate reply. "Dragons, come up on the stage!" the MC said, which made us three look at each other. Yeah, we made Dragon our gang name. Isn't it cool? We're going to shower them with some hotness. Haha! "Is that us?" Lesley asked, and we smirked while Tarcy remained cool.

“You want to know our names, right? You’ll be moaning them as we fuck you—all at once this time.” “I’m Gunnar.” He nodded to the others. “That’s Caden,” he said, pointing to the lean one, “and this is Cane, I guess you already know” I blinked, trying to take it all in. Those names... I’d heard them before. Gunnar’s eyes sparkled. “You know the CCG brothers, don’t you?” My breath caught. “Wait... you’re not the infamous CCG Alphas of Crescent Hollow, right?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t true. Hoping it wasn't what I was thinking.