Crow Hogan Novels & Stories

a firm voice asked from behind. “Huh?” Johan yelped, his face crinkled in surprise as he stared at the rearview mirror. The image of a hooded man shooting a scornful grin at him with empty eyes was all he could see. “How'd you get in here?” he stuttered, evading his gaze as he clenched the steering fearfully. The hooded man, Ercan, threw his left arm on his shoulder and pierced through his skin. A few years back, he was confirmed a maniac by doctors and declared wanted by the cops for pioneering a massive jailbreak. Unbelievably true, many didn't believe he'd used an axe head to split the bars of the cell gates.

I wanted to leave and explore the world,wanted to make more money. I left the orphanage at age eighteen,wanted to start making money and live on my own. I joined a mafia gang and was initiated. I worked for my boss whom I had never seen till I was twenty five. I went to a club to meet him for the first time. He wanted to commend me for a job well done. At age twenty five,I was already tall and muscular. I had a tan skin and a pointed nose,my pink plump lips,they say was attractive. My hair was brown and short too. I always go with an undercut.

In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

The tailpipe of the bus choked out a thick cloud of black smoke while the figure walked out of the bus station clumsily with a dirty bag on his shoulders. Hotel Jugnu did not look like a hotel at all. It was a two-storeyed brick house with small windows. Inside, it was dark and smelly. The waiting room had rusty, steel chairs and the figure sat on one of them waiting for his turn. He could see a dimly-lit corridor ahead of him, resembling the scenes of a Hollywood horror movie. The cardboard on the wall had a drawing of an arrow on it. The word “Room” was scribbled beneath the arrow.

Punching him straight in the jaw made him hiss out, his bloody lip came in view, I grinned. “Deus the fuck ya doing, get up man and show the low life her position.” A man shouted from the front. Amusement danced in my eyes as I looked at him with hooded eyes. His face felt familiar. Very familiar. Where had I seen him? Was he a gang member? Oh wait. I know.

Am I going crazy? "MS. AVA WILLIAMS!" A sharp stick slapped on my desk, startling me. I looked up only to find Ms. Crow glaring daggers at me with her eyebrow raised. "Won't you tell us why you've been spacing out for the last thirty minutes in my class? Hm?" She tilted her head, faking a sweet voice that made bile rise in my throat. Ms. Crow is known as the lady terror in the whole academy. She is incredibly popular for humiliating students that goes along with her bitch ass attitude even for all things meaningless.

I immediately looked at the one who spoke, with red eyes, sharp fangs, uneven breathing, and odd posture. Rogue. No. A famished Rogue. Goddamn it

“My parents died when I was eighteen and my sister was fourteen. They never had a lot of money, so I was left with the duty of making sure Hannah got into college. Taking care of her.” Those grey eyes darkened, his knuckles turned white from his grip. “So I took a job working with Denver. I’d met him at a bar where I’d gotten into a drunken fight.” Rage pushed forward, lacing his fingers around the nape of his neck. “He’d been so tempting. Flashing wads of cash, jewelry and girls around like they were nothing. The picture he painted for me was far from the reality of the job, but I took it, and I made a lot. Once I started, I found out the real job behind all that money—and it was darker tha

Bad boy, which sound like a groan and a growl or it may have just been a growl. Trix snickered at the level of clićhe coming off of the guy. The good girl, Amberly hand Trix a camera. She took it gingerly. "Huh, well won't you look at that smart mouth over here doesn't know how to use a camera," the a-hole/ bad boy, Colson commented with a smirk on her face. Trix stared at the camera and the suddenly brought it close to her face and took a picture. "Candid!" The look on Colson's face was priceless. But his eyes...they were a different situation.

This is a busy city with a lot of nightlife in this upper part of town but… I stop in front of an alleyway not noticing anyone acting strange, that is until I’m in a headlock. I’m dragged back into the alley, the sharp pain of a knife scorching my side. I fall on my ass and then feel the weight of someone sitting on my abs. My blurry eyes blinked to clear away the fuzziness left from the alcohol. Razor Grothman comes into focus with rage twisting his features, disfiguring the teenager he was when we first met him. C.H.A.O.S. had been undercover within his older brother’s gang for years since it was our first mission given to us by the Death Kings the year Carley disappeared.