Gangster Angel Novels & Stories

he asked me. "No just don't disturb me." I said him and left for the elevator. I punched the button for 11th floor. I was feeling hot and I'm sure that slut gave me high dose of aphrodisiac. The elevator stopped and I got off from it and walked towards my room. I checked the room number twice as I'm not in my right sense. It is indeed my room. I unlocked the room with my master key and entered the room. To make sure that no one can enter the room while I'm in this state I locked the room properly. I can feel my erection due to the drug so i decided to take a cold shower. As I turned I couldn't believe my eyes. There was an angel sitting on my bed. Am I hallucinating? I pinched myself but no

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

I love this ship. • Jamie Parker: Jamie is a nineteen-year-old Angel. And when I say he's an Angel, it's both by his originality as well as his conduct. The ash-haired boy is a major part of Vantae's world. Living with his mother's side of the family, the boy has accepted Asa as his mom. His birth is kind of complicated and not known to everyone. He's a little short 174 cm (5'7 ft) and weighs around 59 kg (130 lbs). MBTI type: ENFJ. Jamie has the cutest eye smile. You know when your eyes turn into crescents when the smile grows. Yeah, he's that kind. He's like the light that instantly makes it a little better. Favorite color: Blue. Zodiac: Libra. Jamie attracts people easily, but the boy lik

I lifted it slightly, holding it between us. “How many men have paid to touch you?” Her eyes glassed over but she didn’t look away. “I’m not like that. You’re wrong.” I pressed my body closer, pinning her in place. “Wrong? I’ve seen more than enough tonight, Angela.” She exhaled shakily. “I didn’t do this because I wanted to. I needed the money.” I laughed. Cold. Sharp. “Classic. That's what they all say.” She didn’t respond. But her fists clenched tighter. I could see it, anger, humiliation. My words were hitting their mark.

And do you know why I had downed three shots of tequila already only to become more stressed? A certain thing called Angeles. A little piece of advice – never mess with gangs. I had messed with one and even worse, I had messed with their stupid leader. The alpha, the big kahuna. The deadliest being in the whole world, his name only spoken when you wanted a death wish: Angeles. He had been named accordance to his gang, it only making him seem more lethal. Nice going Jenny, way to mess with the devil himself.

I looked at my two bodyguard's, Take them to my father's house, I'll be right there" I said, nodding their heads, they grabbed their hands. but the moment they lifted them up, I saw the white bird tattoo on their necks. "White Cross" I mumbled with a sigh, not this people again. They are one of the craziest gangsters in New York. Not crazy in a nice way. they do a lot of dirty and naughty jobs around, both on the streets and anywhere. But why are they here? to kill My brother and Angel. Expect Dad and Ace had work with them or Angel's toxic Father did something he shouldn't.

Located in the middle of town, she wouldn't have friends or contacts nearby, keeping her at a distance. I flashed a smile at the lady, one that was as sweet as it was fake. Taking her seat, I sat down across from her, examining her with a glance. She giggled, but there was nothing about her that interested me aside from the money and connections she would bring. Her name was Angelina D'Amico, the daughter of the fourth powerful mafia family. The risk I was taking was worth it, for the reward far outweighed the danger. I spoke softly, my words dripping with honeyed deceit, "Angelina, your beauty is unparalleled."

“Yes, Boss. I just sent you the photo.” At that statement, I moved the phone away from my ear and opened the latest email Elvis sent me. I smirked, looking at the inscription of the letter G on a heap of cocaine on the floor. After my last call with Angel, I knew that he was going to capitalize on my weakness and that wasn't going to be good for both me and Rosemary. I decided to strike him where it’s gonna hurt. So when Elvis found one of the drug houses that Angel’s mafia was commissioned to protect earlier today, I instructed him to send some of the men there. They tore the whole place down, left a message for Angel, and called the cops on them.

"P...please Angel drop the gun...shooting me won't...won't give you anything"Sia said while shaking her head hoping Angel would stop his advance and leave in peace. However, the expression on his face was murderous, he had his gun pointed at her "I've always hated you...do you know why...because you ruined my plans...if you didn't follow me that night"he said with bitterness as he took small predatory steps towards Sia who was backing away slowly, it was scary seeing how crazy angel looked. He wasn't in his right senses, and hence he could do anything without thinking twice "if you didn't poke your silly nose in my affairs then...you wouldn't be here with me pointing a gun at you...you littl

Maybe Marcov, but he will only fight when there is a full-scale battle. "Ready to choose your champion... Angel?" He mocked and snickered. His fangs extended to full length, and his hair changed pure white as his aspect rolled over him. His eyes fixed on everyone except me. He was ready to attack. He was blood thirsty. No one here knew the truth and depth of this man in front of me, and that I hurt him deeply was very clear now. This man in front of me was a wounded monster, and that was mostly my fault. I sighed and took a deep breath. I didn't have anything to lose, and I wouldn't be a great leader anyway. I would just need to stay alive, long enough for the real battle to begin but agains