Gangland Stories Novels & Stories

his tight voice filled with disgust. What was his problem anyway? He wasn’t anything to me to react this way. “Firstly it’s not a mark, just a hickey. Secondly, I didn’t let him. Vadas did that because of you. He freaked out after your show”, “You actually sabotaged my mission. Allaway is going to investigate me! Now I must fix this and I don’t know how!” I tried my best to keep it low but by the end of my tirade, I was screaming and slamming his chest.

In the dark streets of the city's undeveloped areas, Patrick is alone in the search for a good fight. Koninklijk is an imperial city but some gangs are still ruling its borderlines. Patrick shouts, 'Hey motherfuckers, your death is here, serve him before you die.' (The attitude of this guy is the only thing that I like most). The old man (Boss of the secret gang - Gang of Red Roses) came out from an old garage and said, "Is there Robinhood? Kid, you should not be here, go back to your home." He just said this and suddenly his hand cut off from his shoulder and he screamed. "What do you think, what the hell are you doing? And then some more guys came out from the garage. Patrick smiled and sa

I went to study in the libary, even the thought of studying gave me the creeps but I wanted to- no I needed to get new information on this gang. This gang has been on the news everyday for the last 5 months, what was the big deal about them anyway? I decided it was best if I googled it, after all I'm not gonna find anything about this gang in books from the 1930s. I typed into g****e 'hunters gang; LA

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . . (Andrew) Shawna's POV I stayed with my hands still covering my ears in tears. He kept shooting it but non of the bullet met me. I continued pleading tho I aren't sure he was even listening to me. I stopped hearing the gun shots and I looked up to see him leaving. I made to also stand up but I started feeling extreme pain in the chest again which made me to stay put. I placed my hand on my chest and cried out more in pains.

Enzo had already informed Luca about the —gift he was bringing, and Luca happily sent his men to receive the gift, thinking it was Madison. When his men returned with Anna, who couldn't stop kicking and shouting at his men to let her go, Luca was already sitting in his sitting room with his legs crossed. He was into woman trafficking and also owned a lot of nightclubs and casinos in the city. He was equally powerful, just like Enzo. His men left Anna in front of him. Luca bent down and examined Anna. "You are not the girl from that day; you are the other one," Luca said and scoffed. “I'm disappointed," Luca added before standing up.

That moment I looked briefly at nerdy but she was watching Granny with wide eyes. "Mom, she is okay now. Maybe because we all are here, they couldn't talk properly. Come, let's go back to your rest room." Granny agreed and went after caressing nerdy's hair for the last time. John and Emma were also trying fast to escape from there. But my voice stopped them. "Do you think you people can easily escape from this??" "Christian…" John started to say something but as soon as my cold glare reached him, he froze.

“I know. It’s mildly horrible. But there are new details coming out about Maddy’s supposed affair with William Callahan. If the media is intent on reporting that as fact with no more proof than they have, then I don’t feel too guilty for misleading them.” “They’re vultures. All they want is to feed off of the misfortune of others. To make a profit off of someone else’s misery. I say lie away,” Jake said, his expression fierce. “Anyway, I just need to cultivate a convincing story and send it using one of my alternate email accounts.” “That’s why I pay you so much.” “For my evil genius?”

He saw the despair in Sylvie's eyes as she watched him leave while the beggars tore off her dress. His heart ached as regret enveloped him. Looking up, Connor said to Nick, "Help me find out whether Anna hired those beggars." Nick hesitated briefly before passing a folder to Connor. "I already investigated the matter while you were unconscious, Mr. Shaw. It was… indeed Ms. Larson who hired those beggars to frame Mrs. Shaw… "Mr. Shaw? Mr. Shaw!" Connor's body was shaking as he coughed violently. He ended up coughing up a mouthful of blood.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

The first guy tried to grab my hands but I yanked it hard away from him that in the process it pulled him to fall over his colleague, I kept kicking them where the sun don't shine and their sides even the sides of their heads in hopes it can knock them out. While I was kicking them I saw a small red light at the corner of my eye and there I see a CCTV camera. I walked up to it "Alexander Ronaldo! I swear to God if you don't open this goddamn gate I'll kick you out!" I heard a sound before the gates were opened "FINALLY!" I yelled, before I enter I glared at the two guards who were on the ground in pain because their baby maker might be broken.