Gangster Angel Novels & Stories

he giggles. Muchie then lazily looks at his friend, sighing at the look on its face. His friend sure is the Angel of Death, no mercy at the souls in his hands. It even laughs sweetly like it didn't just take an innocent soul. Although the Angel of Death keeps a dangerous smile on his face pairing it with an innocent look, Muchie knows he was just a misguided kid. At his age of twelve, he was appointed to such title, to take lives while Muchie at eighteen is a level three guardian angel.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

To see her get out of the car and shoot down the avenue, knowing where she was going, ah, it was too much for him. And here they were, kissing passionately until they lost their breath. “ I love you too, my beloved gangster.” " She said after he pulled his lips away from hers to look at her. It was beautiful and romantic, but a gatiLho was triggered in him when she reminded him of who he was. He was a gangster! She was a student, a family girl, and a musician with a future ahead of her. Reality hit him like a hammer and he pushed her slowly away from him and as much as her gaze changed in a snap, as much as he knew that she loved him yes and had just stated that, he disengaged himself from t

I followed suit, revealing myself to his burning gaze. “Well, let her,” I replied as our lips met, the world outside fading away. At that moment, nothing else mattered—nothing except the here and now. To love a gangster is to embrace the unknown, to be ready to cross every boundary, to stand firm even when the world seems against you. "I love you, my gangster," I whispered between kisses, my voice filled with pride. He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a longing that mirrored my own, an unspoken promise of forever.

, until he had the courage, but that wasn't exactly what happened, so everything there came down to courage. So, I did it, I liked it and I continued, at that point, I literally felt like continuing, I didn't want to jump from one branch to another, it would be exclusive, it was better than being a whore who is shared by three fantastic creatures, and an eternal old whore of a casino. Meanwhile in the Hells casinos angels City of Pleasures Guilt Nights The lord of the casino, Angels Night, the blond, Greek gentleman who came from a traditional Greek mafia in the city, was worried that his son would fall into the hands of some angel pope.

But the men around her grabbed her arm and took her away. Deborah felt humiliated and angry, but she knew there's no point in fighting. When they released her at the lounge, Deborah angrily fixes her coat and left. As soon as she got into her rental car, Deborah screamed out of frustration. --------------- Angela went back to her old ways after meeting a Virginia gangster named Pablo Santos. He is a Mexican whose family migrated to the United States to have a better life. But they ended up being another family of drug dealers in Virginia. "Come on, Angela. Drink!" Pablo's friends laughed and giggled. They are high on drugs and are out of their rationale.

This time, a fat guy with a bushwhacker mustache who was hugging a boy about fourteen years old spoke to him. “You are the boss of the patio bonito cartel. It seems to me that you had already seen him, I remember at a party that a model slapped him for being so abusive. I don't know how he didn't see that coming. In the same way, he should know that even though we are surrounded, my men and I will not give up.” Angelo pulls out his pistol, shoots, and throws a grenade he had in his pocket. His men took out their rifles, activating them, As they surrounded them, Angelo ordered his men,

Angelo's smile widened as he cooperatively said his response again, “I said, you can’t hang up a child like a coward you know?” “HA! We are not cowards, you fucking weakling but then who would you like for us to gang up with? You!” After that, he paused and became silent, his eyes lingered in Angelo's body for a moment before his eyes flashed a meaningful light. He smiled and continued to say, “Don’t tell me, you wanted to join us too? If you want to join, might as well say it, you don’t need to make such a fuss. Look at what you have done!” the not so handsome face of the leader of the gangsters had once become wretched that the corner of Angelo lips to slightly twitch in disgust.

An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side. And right now, with the person seated right in front of me, I am an Angel of darkness and death. Angel, not just a name, but a lifestyle. “Angioletto discovers his friend’s secret but decides to understand his need to shield his family from the bloody affairs of Cosa Nostra. With that understanding, their friendship continues thriving until Angioletto was tasked with a mission to wipe out the entire generation of a certain man.

His eyes looked afraid with his face turning pale. His eyes are searching for an escape path but this time he won’t find anything. The kid looks homeless and it breaks my heart seeing how skinny he is. “Let’s go, Angelo. Hailey,” I whispered still panting. I turn my back and walk away. Angelo’s grip on my arm made me halt. “He is a thief,” he said. I didn’t care and just let the kid run as fast as he could. It’s Angelo who went chasing even the kid can’t see him.