Gangster Academy Novels & Stories

Luck begins to look for the acceptance sheet for the academy, in that a pearly white car arrives behind him, some escorts get out of that car and rudely remove Luck from the middle of the road, Luck taken out of the wave only sees through from the tinted windows and sees a white silhouette, a very beautiful color, the car just moved forward and the huge 4-meter-long gate was closed. Luck annoyed, he tells the vigilantes again, but now with the letter in hand, "I am Luck Michalek and I come to study at this academy, through a sports and study scholarship," the guards turn to see and only one He answers, “No, we have you on the list of accepted scholarships, that's why we don't allow you to pa

Lucia asked with a smile as she sat down "Seriously? The last time I checked, gangsters are bad boys who go around killing and maiming people. They're a terror to the city and why would I want to be involved such kind of people?" She asked "What if he's too handsome to resist?" Lucia asked with the pitch of her voice dropping low "You're so ridiculous" Jessica said as she sat down. "How is he connected to the school?" She asked "He was once a student who was expelled for gang activities which had led to loss of lives of some of our young students" Lucia said

They don't want anyone hurt, or worse, killed. Shara was a member of the Student Council's Peace and Order Committee, and she excelled at it. Ace Academy is claimed by Black Ace as their territory. They frequently do their work in the dark or outside the academy. They are cunning enough to avoid leaving any evidence of their crimes. Cristine was in a lot of pain. Cristine chose to fight for long-term peace rather than short-term concessions. The Black Ace was a bag of bad water for the officers to mix into. They want to solve it as quickly as possible while it is still manageable. This gang is made up of infamous gangsters and desperate individuals. They are unconcerned about prison or even

Leo conducting them like they were an orchestra of chaos. Killian exhaled slowly. “Unbelievable.” Some men fought wars. Some men negotiated billion-dollar deals. He, Killian Grafton, mafia-trained, battle-hardened, was fighting four preschoolers who couldn’t even say the word ‘apologize’ out loud. But they were cunning. Too cunning. And Daniela… She was the key.

Bodyguard 2, "We have to hunt every province gang to find him. Do you think he's from the Pandora gang?" Ace, "If it was Pandora, we would have gotten a call already. I don't think it's them. Maybe he stole the stone without knowing it. This province is under the jaguar gang so let's go and pay a visit to them tomorrow." The car started and I don't know where we're headed to. What did he mean tomorrow? When are they planning to let us go then? After a while, the car stopped in front of a big mansion. Ace and others got out of the car and Edgar made me get down while holding my hands together behind my back. Diego was holding Bernie after smacking his head for dozing off in the car.

Layla had already gotten used to his disappearances for days, ever since he was a boy. When Bore showed up at his gate almost a decade ago, his grandmother was suspicious. A dark-tinted imported car stopping at their gate caught her attention. When Paco and Bore got out in their fancy clothes, their bodyguards in tow, she thought it might be someone from child protective services or even the government. At that time, Layla was afraid of losing custody of her grandson for any reason, and with him acting the way he did, getting involved in gang fights, she was almost certain that the police or child protective services would come knocking on her door sooner or later. Layla was sweating when sh

Shaking my head, I headed straight to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for a quick breakfast. “That was an insult,” I murmured, taking the bacon, hash browns, lettuce, and tomatoes. “Don’t worry about my feelings,” Markus said, punching the buttons of the coffee maker. This time, I laughed heartily. Markus had been patient with me, taught me the ropes of the business: Martinelli Holdings and the mafia. He made sure I learned to protect myself, know how to use a gun, and drive like a maniac. That last one was courtesy of Klaus.

I asked curiously, I just wanted to see if he knew him. "Leonardo?" Ace mumbled as if he was thinking to himself. "I know about a hundred Leonardo's, doesn't mean anything if you don't have a second name" He responded, wrapping up his wounds. "Leonardo Accardi, sells drugs on the streets" I informed, waiting for a response. Ace's facial expression immediately dropped. "If you're friends with him, you can get out. He's a dirty dealer. Sells to anyone and anything with a heartbeat" Ace snapped, pointing to the door.

"Get out of here, Goldie. Have a great time. You can come back to the syndicate command center at four in the morning if you want." "Thanks, father," Goldie Lockhart says, checking his hidden holster. "Bye!" Before the family matriarch can say no, Goldie Lockhart grabs his heavy black coat and walks out the big security door. His mother is always like that, a huge worrier about the rival families. A person would think she would be calm by now because he is the elite academy protégé. Goldie Lockhart never gives them a reason to be scared. He is always the top student, the perfect criminal behavior scholar who stays away from bad street drugs, wild clubs, or stupid things. Even at Blackthorn U

“Bro? What are we in some criminal academy or something?” I shrug. “Criminal Academy is perfect.” “No, shit.” He bumps me again. “Pakhan escaped from Prison, the feds are vigilant, plus the fallout with the Yakuza means war is in progress. So yeah, we’re not allowed to, for now. Only Yosef and Pakhan.”