Fantasy Gangster Novels & Stories

That means, a Gangstar bought me, and a Gangstar is in love with me? This might just a joke, or I'm having a bad dream. I decided to act natural. To pretend I knew he was a Gangstar. So he won't find out how scared I am knowing who he really is. I moved a little out of the bed so I was now able to look at him. He was shirtless and looking hot. Guess he keeps getting hotter each fucking day. "Then tell your boxers to get me a cell phone. And maybe, a laptop"

She thought about it as she headed back. As she was walking down the street, a group of young gangsters swaggered toward her. They were dressed in flashy clothes and wearing chunky chain necklaces. Their arms were covered with tattoos. Seeing Gabriella walking alone on the street as a foreigner, the head of the gangsters developed lustful thoughts. He exchanged glances with his friend, and they blocked her way. "Hey, beautiful, do you want to have some fun with us?" Gabriella stopped and cast a wary glance at them. Taking a step back, she retorted, "Piss off. Nobody's having any fun with you."

"You want to keep your fucked-up head on your shoulders, you'll do what you're told. Word is the Riots got hold of you, but you look good as new, not a scratch. You throwin' our shit on the hood?" How could the guy not notice the discoloration from bruises on the kid's face? Then I realized it was dark and the idiot probably couldn't see them. Rondy took a step closer to the guy doing the talking and his voice rose. "You callin' me a traitor?" "You ain't dead and word is that several Riots are. You helpin' another gang we don't know about?" A hard push to Rondy's chest coincided with the words.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Elijah paused as he walked us over to the scary looking man, "this is Stanley, my closest friend." Oh, I knew very well who Stanley was, everyone did. Stanley was the head of the only and most dangerous gang in our town that corruptly rules this town. I've only ever heard of him like you would a bad guy from a fairy tale story. Stanley was known for killing and robbing people. He was nothing short of a monster that I was certain I would never meet in real life, matter of fact I had thought that people made him up. The gang was given the name the whisperers because they make people whisper. When someone talks about them, we whisper and the gang members live amongst us and spread information t

“It’s the most violent Hispanic gang in the United States. It’s run by the Mexican Mafia. Shit, Gabby, how can you not even know what MS13 is?” With a shrug, I answered, “Well, clearly, I don’t run in the same circles as you.” “Fuck me,” he murmured, glancing around the hallway in confusion. “You really didn’t sic Mad Manny on me, did you?” “Umm, no.” I crossed my arms over my chest, ready for an apology. “I really didn’t. And I’m sure I couldn’t even afford one even if I did want to scare you off.” “No,” he said slowly before his eyes widened. “Maybe you couldn’t. But I’m sure that fancy, rich boyfriend of yours could.”

I said after a while of ignoring him, he had a small smile and looked relieved that I finally talked to him. "Yeah?" I looked over at the people once again that were here before making my statement, I hope I don't sound stupid after this. "None of these people look...client-ish?" I couldn't find the word to describe them, they had tattoos that were peeking out from their collars and hands, just like Ant. Some of them had some on their faces, didn't that hurt? "That's because they aren't. This is a gang initiation Fiore, be on guard," this can't be happening now, I didn't even drink anything yet.

Yes, the girl who looks like a boy is Saraswati. "Who is that bastard ?!" said someone, none other than the Dnakes gangsters. Who doesn't know the Dnakes gangster, numbering 5 guys who are famous with their respective charisma. Bryan Gerland the bad boy, Kevin G. Stevano the cold boy, Reza Anggara the fuckboy, Yovi Andrean Malik the playboy, and finally Dimas Prayoga the sweet boy. But one thing you must know. Even though their titles are different, they have the same personality that is arrogant and do not have pity for anyone. So no one dares to argue or fight the Dnakes gangsters.

“Don’t worry, Lily. Is she the girl you’ve been talking about right? Go ahead and slap her now. I just want to see who dares to make a move! I’m Franklin Lockwood. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Don’t you?” Franklin flashed a smile filled with menace. The three gangsters were around three years younger than Gerald. Besides, their hairstyles and the way they dressed stood out quite a bit. To put it simply, they looked as though they weren’t part of the societal norms. But they were so slim. Gerald did not bother meddling in such affairs which concerned those bunch of ignorant youth. So he was about to leave soon. “Let me tell you. I’ll definitely call Jimmy over if you dare to beat me up!”

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.