Novel & Cerita Gangster Angel

He looked at me with furrowed brows. I looked at him back with a stubbornly straight face. “You know what? I really don’t know what that social climber woman did to you, I don’t understand why you’re ruining your life because of that nonsense woman who only wants your money!” I removed the strands of hair on my face. “Lucifer, Angela doesn’t like you, okay? She never did because she’s in love with somebody else! So stop waiting for her to come back because he already ran away with her childhood best friend!!” “I SAID GET FUCKING LOST!!”

Just as she left, the entire skyscraper building was surrounded by Sin City Police officers. They rushed inside in troops, nabbing everyone on the scene as they literally dragged Lucious, one of the most wanted criminals in Sin City, away from the scene. **** Angelo took a puff from the cigarette, and with a light smile, he patted Eléonor on the head. "Good job," He commended her as he took the ring from Eléonor. She had taken the ring from Lucious' pocket, as he was too busy trying to satisfy his lust in the elevator.

I’m more than twenty hours away by car, which sucks because I don’t know if she has twenty hours. Angelo Gimonde’s father is the head of Chicago’s largest crime syndicate. Angelo killed the daughter of another mob boss a little over a year ago and then disappeared. I’d hoped their rival organization, the Laterza family, had taken him out. Hiding in bum fuck Montana is most likely the only thing that kept him alive.

The confrontation I had been dreading for years, the one that would either expose the monsters in my family or bury me along with the truth. Nico stayed close, his presence a solid wall against the cold, the wet, and the fear. I stole a glance at him; he didn’t say anything, didn’t flinch at the looming dark shapes emerging from the shadows. His black coat flapped in the wind like a warning banner, and I realized I was lucky—or maybe cursed—that he was on my side. Lucky that he would protect me, cursed that the stakes were impossibly high. “You sure about this, Angel?” he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

Once finished, he carelessly tossed the used bandage aside and fixed his eyes on Angelia, his look as predatory as a vulture eyeing its prey. Angelia couldn’t help but feel afraid, especially under the piercing coldness of his gaze. His forced smile was enough to send her heart pounding in her throat. ‘F*ck.’ Gunter spat at Angelia, his large hand landing brutally on her face, leaving a painful mark. ‘You traitor! You put on a front of helping us, but secretly aided those people, didn’t you?’ Gunter was a powerful and hateful man. His blow was so fierce that it nearly knocked Angelia out, leaving her enveloped in darkness.

I smiled politely at her “Oh so you reject me but if it was that sl*tty b*tch Angel coming at you, you’d be dropping your pants huh?” She scoffed “Her mom was a f*cking dr*ggie and a gambler! My auntie took pity on her because her mom was a friend of her b*tch of a mom! She’s nothing special!” the girl spat

Elijah and I looked at one another then at him “there’s a picture in my left pocket, pull it out, maybe you’d recognize the man” His voice was stable as he spoke, but the black circles under his eyes, how much weight he seemed to have lost, and even his drowsiness told me that he wasn’t mentally stable. Elijah put his hand on my thigh, stopping me from getting up, and doing it himself. He walked toward him, and pulled out the picture, and handed it to me without looking at it. I knew who the man was. However, I wasn’t stupid as to get into such a case with a person like him, we weren’t even in charge of him in this department. “Lorenzo D’Angelo” Elijah stated sitting beside me “what does a m

Anna had left Blue City to go work and study more at the John O’Hale Paranormal Institute; a leading institute for the treatment of werewolves, vampires, lycans, bats, sirens, demons and other paranormal species that might need treatment and that was why she was summoned home; her sister deserved the best care and so, she was to be given. In the five years, Georgia had gotten herself certified in managerial and secretarial skills, working as an air hostess for two years before settling to be a chef and then an hotel manager; she also runs a restaurant on the side. She thanked God that she had decided to hire assistants to oversee her duties in case she had to be absent; and then this popped

Angel POV. They all look at me in shock and then rage. “How did you escape?” Dane snarls as he stalks to me and I lift my head with a bored expression on my face. “I’m Angel fucking Moretti, that’s how. Danny knows how many times I have escaped death. But saying that. You are an amateur when it really comes down to it. Right Captain.” He stops in his tracks and winces slightly at the rank. I lift my guns at him. I see Mischa. She silently removes her heels and I look back at Dane. and all the members are now solely focused on us. He laughs, a loud booming laugh as his men follow his example. Sheep, all of them are sheeple.

The day I'll have to kill him, the killer of my father. Currently, I've the opportunity to strike him but unfortunately, today is April 1st. I'll keep waiting until... My name is Angelina Trump, a sex maniac and a stripper. That's my profession. "Oh yeah, bring it on, call me slut. I love that. Harder!"