Gang Books Fiction Novels & Stories

I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to hide my face in a blanket when Hayden’s body move against me, his hard muscles felt delicious against my soft skin. “Look at me.” His fingers trailed over my face, waiting. I opened my eyes, waiting for him to be disgusted or laugh. But he didn’t. Instead, his pupils were dilated, heat glossing over his eyes. “Are you into gang-bangs, Princess?” “Gang-bangs?” I questioned. Hayden pulled back, his fingers softly caressing my body. I liked how he couldn’t stop touching me. “Wanting to be fucked by a lot of men or women, sweetheart,” he shook his head with a grin. “I’d never think you’d be into—”

Spread Eagle: A Gangbang for the New Pledge The Fraternity’s Favorite Toy: Used from Pussy to Ass Training the Recruit: Filling Her Until She’s Raw Hazed and Ruined: The Threesome That Broke the Pledge The Brotherhood’s Gift: A Tight Ass, A Thick Cock, A Dirty Sin No Mercy: Taken by the Whole House Split in Two: The Art of Double Penetration The Pussy Sandwich: Her Tightest Hole, Their Biggest Cocks Stretched to the Limit: The Ultimate DP Gangbang Ass and Pussy: A Double-Ended Night of Sin The Gauntlet of Lust: One Woman, Five Cocks, One Night Plugged and Filled: A Threesome That Left Her Ruined The Pussy’s Gateway: Filling Her Ass While She Screams Drenched in Their Load: A Gangbang to Reme

I snap, frustration seeping into my voice. I stride toward the door and knock sharply. The guard storms back, face twisted in anger as he swings it open again. "What the hell is your problem, bitch?" he growls. What is it with everyone calling me that? I glance past him and notice the other guard isn’t there. This is my chance. Without hesitation, I drive my fist into his face. Pain shoots through my hand; his skin is like iron. But the blow makes him stumble back, furious. He lurches forward, ready to hit me, but I duck just in time. My fist shoots up and strikes him in the groin. He lets out a loud, guttural groan, collapsing to the floor.

I said I need some time to think, but I want to take a shower and take off those dirty clothes. "You already know what you need to do. "Do you want to marry a woman who hasn’t changed clothes in two days?" Livia raised an eyebrow. She just wanted to stay out of that moldy basement for a few hours. "Let me take a shower, I need clean clothes." Enrico was silent, no one dared to face him like that. "Is that how gangsters treat women?" She looked at Enrico. " I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . . (Imposter 2) Writer's POV "Oh! I forget that you can't speak. I bet you understand" he said after few minutes of silence. Tears gathered up my eyes. I don't really understand what my crime is here. Why am I always being punished? Oh Dillion! Even if you don't care about me, I hope you will set aside the coldness you feel and really save me because it seems you're the reason why this is presently happening to me.

My voice was trembling but I tried to make it sound firm. The man at the front smiled, looking at me like I was already owned. “Your uncle owes our gang a lot of money from gambling debts,” he said nonchalantly. “But since he can’t pay that, he gave you to us instead.” My uncle? Has he lost his mind? Despite all that had happened, my uncle still chose to sell me like a commodity on the day I was released from prison. My chest ached painfully. “What does my uncle’s gambling debt have to do with me?” I demanded to know. “I’m not owing anyone anything, and I just got out of prison.”

So he will act like a ghost of their lives. He quietly left from there and quietly left school. And wandered around the dark alleys . There he saw a shop selling Chemical dealer. He is in the areas famous for gangfighting and selling illegal and corrosive products. He quietly bought few bottles which were about 200 ml and he has to place them securely and carefully took them to his house under the careful eye to his father's guards. He his them in the safe which his mother had given him and was crafted under the inside his bed and then he started planning his revenge on the siren who thinks she can replace my mother.

He said, handing me my glass. From all the things that he could talk about it just had to be about gangs. I looked back up at him, giving him a light smile as my coughing finally ceased. But it was too late. Angeles was back in my stupid brain. Sam continued the conversation, explaining his degree in more context. Yet, suddenly – it bored me. The conversation this boy held – who before hearing about gangs, was quite interesting – didn’t make me giggle and talk along. I picked on my food, my brain flickering to images of Angeles. Was I a bad person? Did I do something wrong in a previous life? Because there was clearly something going on that was beyond my thinking. Why was I so stuck upon An

The tattoo made him a member of the feared gang, Gongbay. Gongbay was a gang with its octopus feet each in every illegal trade, drugs, prostitution, human trafficking, smuggling, money laundering, and several other poisonous fruits growing on the branches of the tree named Bay transport company. It started initially as a cargo transporting company but slowly came out to be the most powerful gang in the country. "Is this fellow here not on the guest list?" he asked blowing a shiver through the body of Bryce and Rever. Oriel saw the tattoo on his chest and spun her mind to recall the meaning behind the sign. Bryce felt the scowl of his narrowed down eyes on his neck and gulped the moisture dow