Gangster Christmas Novels & Stories

I’d been working as a window dresser at LeClair & Co, the most prestigious department store in Manhattan, for nearly a year now. It wasn’t where I’d imagined I’d be at this point in my life, but art wasn’t exactly paying the bills. So here I was, driving toward another day of adding sparkle to the world, all while feeling utterly dim inside. As I approached the store's parking lot gate, I spotted Mr. Jones, the morning security guard. He was bundled up against the cold, with a friendly grin on his face as he waved. "Merry Christmas, Ma'am!" he called, his voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around his neck.

Maria explained. “Antonio, this is Scarlett. Scarlett Williams Knight. Xander’s wife.” She introduced us. “Nice to meet you.” I smiled a little. “The pleasure is mine, beautiful.” He gave me his toothy grin. “Ohh..come..come inside.” I invited them inside not knowing how will Xander react. I admit, a bit it was my fault too. When the helpers warned me that he does not celebrate Christmas, I should have listened to them or should have asked him before doing anything. But I didn’t.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

She quickly opened her rims and Charles' tongue galloped into her mouth without any reservations. It was ten days before Christmas Aliza bought gifts for her uncle, Andrew, Charla and Stella too. She was the girl with the kindest heart. Though Stella never spared a penny for Aliza she loved her like her family and forgave her for everything. Aliza bought one more gift too. It was for her boss.

he wiped my tears before he looked at the moisture on his finger and I watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it, "hm, salty..." "Please, Octavious, I won-" He shook his head in disappointment as he placed his finger on my lips again to silence me, "you've said enough, my little star," he silenced me with a tender tone, "but you can't fight the inevitable. Now, we have been destined to be together since the day that you were born. Do you want to know why you're here?" he waited for a response so I nodded my head, "your father and I were a part of a gang called The Cobalt Wolverine Syndicate," he chuckled, "it was a silly name, the silliest I've ever heard in my life but we

The atmosphere in the room was tense, with everyone seated at the table looking like they were there against their will. Xander sat uncomfortably in his chair, trying to keep his eyes down and avoid the lecherous gazes of the gang members. The maids, dressed in scantily clad clothes, were serving food to the gangsters, some of whom were caressing their bodies as they put food on their plates. Xander felt disgusted, knowing that these men were criminals, and he was a cop. But he couldn't help but notice how united they were, something that was lacking in their police department. As the food was being served, Xander leaned over to Carl, who was seated at the head of the table, and whispered, "

All of them were outside now, and since Xeno was holding the knives, none of the gangsters dared to move forward. Both parties were simply waiting for the other to make the first move. “Ignore him! The b*stard who beat both of us up is over here! Beat him to death!” shouted the enraged mother. “Lay a finger on my brother and I’ll have your head!” shouted Xeno as he jabbed his knife in the air. The gangsters were equally unwilling to move any closer to him. As the tensions continued to rise, a clap was heard from behind the gangsters. All of them made way for a tough-looking guy. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and as soon as he waved his hand, the men immediately stepped back. He seemed

You know you are one of ma paradise, shawty," he said, kissing my knuckles again. "One of?" "A lot of things make a gangster's paradise, baby. Money, guns, power, and his beautiful queen, which is you, baby." He said, kissing my knuckles again. My heart fluttered again. "I can't get the sex outta my head," he said. Me neither. "That the...." He coughed, making me furrow my brows. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I think I got a little cold but I'll be fine. Nothing a smoke or two can't solve," he said, winking.

Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up. The door was open, so I walked in without knocking. She didn't notice. "What rom-com are we watching?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. She pointed at the screen, grinning. "When Christmas Gets Romantic!" My breath caught. Of course. A movie about falling for someone you shouldn't. About crossing lines you can't uncross. Just like me and Silas. Except I wasn't some innocent heroine stumbling into love. I was the girl getting finger-fucked in a wine cellar by her best friend's father—and going back for more.

one of the gangsters yelped lightly. Annie reacted quickly and hid behind a truck. "Uhm, excuse me" Rose who just arrived sighted the six gangsters. Her heart skipped a bit. They look dangerous. "You are that bitch's sister?" the gangster with a scar eyed her ravaneously like a wolf on heat. "Yes" Rose gulped. "Hope you are a sweet little girl and didn't call the cop heh?" one of the gangsters with a malnourished body patted the pistol tucked in his belt.