Gangster Christmas Novels & Stories

I was getting close to the DJ when I pulled out my butterfly knife and executed a Mobius flip before stabbing the table in front of him, where his DJ equipment was placed. "Change the music. Now!" I commanded. "S-sir?" he asked, surprised. He looked around at the people dancing. "Change the music if you don't want to permanently lose your job!" "W-what kind of music, sir?" he asked tremblingly. "Anything that isn't sweet," I replied. "Damn it! Passionate songs. Christmas songs. Funeral songs. Children songs. Humor me. Anything, just not those sickeningly sweet songs like that. I don't want to see couples hugging on the dance floor in the next minute. Got it?!"

Christmas hissed with that all smile tattooed on his face while wiping his hands at the side of his thigh, obviously trying to clean his hands from greese and crumbs of the bread he just ate. "Miami." "Oohh!!! Beaches and b*tches!" Mr. Christmas laughed boisterously while slapping his thigh full of fat. He stayed stoic while just looking at Mr. Christmas and as he noticed that no one's laughing at what he just said, he coughed and clears his throat in awkwardness of the atmosphere. The auction of the smuggled people ended and he earned so much money from them. Millions of dollars. "I want you to meet my intelligent chemist, this is my friend Gorth. So what do you say?"

That was weird because he had a look in his eyes that she didn't understand. Daniel noticed. “You good? Who's that?” He asked as he got in. “Yeah,” she said. “That’s my colleague. Dr. Davy.” He glanced at the gift bag she was holding. “He came bearing gifts, huh?” She laughed. “It’s Christmas.” “Well,” Daniel said, smiling, “now I need to up my game.” “It’s not a competition,” she said. “You think so?” “I know so.” He started the car. “We’re going skating first. The movie is in three hours.”

Devon: Xavier’s fist connects with my face and I stumble backward. “What is wrong with you? You are losing focus, something you rarely do.” As much as I hate to agree with him, he’s right. These days have been exhausting for me. I sigh, peeling out my boxing gloves and dropping them on the floor, with a silent grunt, I come out of the boxing ring. Xavier Castillo owns an underworld boxing ring, where gangsters fight for money; he owns an criminal mafia organization known as The Nexus that operates secretly but to the world, he owns a fast-chain security company.

Opening a file in front of me, he started speaking, "Here is all the information about Thunder Gang. They want to strike a deal with us. A long-term deal of supplying them with cocaine and other drugs." I needed not to delve into the file to know about the gang he was referring to. Eyeing it menacingly, I hissed out, "Don't you know that Thunder Gang supplies drugs to children and young adults?" Antonio reasoned, "The deal is too good to let go." With a flick of my finger, I shut the file close, "Let them know that Xander Stoneheart does not do business with noob gang members who neither have morals nor ethics.." Antonio insisted, "But, Xander..."

The other gangsters happily watching from their table were also shocked. "What the fuck? Kill that guy!" The gangsters immediately grabbed their beer bottles and chairs and rushed at Damian, scaring Christine so much that she grabbed Damian's hand and exclaimed, "Damian! Run quickly!" However, Damian just smiled calmly and turned to address Christine. "Don't worry, darling. Nobody can hurt you as long as I'm here." He was barely done speaking when the gangster already reached him. They waved their bottles and chairs in the air, ready to strike.

A gangster, whose top was bare with his tattoos showing, whistled at her and teased her frivolously, “Hey, sweetie, get in and we’ll have a good time.” Rainbow ignored him and drew distance from the car. ‘Damn, she looks like a virgin! I’m in luck!’ The gangster’s narrowed eyes gleamed wickedly as he got out of the car. He strode to Rainbow and pervertedly said, “Come on, cutie, your time will be rewarded.” He swallowed and pulled out a stack of money. “One night with me, and this whole stack of money is yours.”

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

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.

"Daddy, why are you crying?" My trembling gaze lifted. Only then did I realize my face was already covered in tears. I was overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak toward Noelle. Perhaps I also felt hatred for Ivana. However, right now, I had to stay cheerful and accompany Noelle through the last moments of her life. I turned off my phone screen, wiped away my tears, and said, "Sweetheart, I'm just too happy. Tonight is Christmas Eve, and you will be safe and sound." Less than half a minute later, Ivana finally called me back.