Novel & Cerita Gangster Christmas

My heart pounded harder than the bass in my favorite Afrobeats track, a mix of excitement and that familiar thrill of the chase. It was Christmas Eve, and while my girlfriends were posting stories of their lavish hauls... designer bags from Gucci, the latest iPhone 15, I was here, at the doorstep of my sugar daddy's sprawling mansion, ready to claim my slice of the holiday pie. Stefan had been away for months, jet-setting through Europe on business, but he'd texted me last night: ‘Come over, baby girl. Santa's got surprises.’ I adjusted my red mini-dress, the one that hugged my curves like a second skin, and stepped out into the crisp air, my heels clicking against the cobblestone driveway.

Christmas Eve is one of them. I follow Sam outside, pulling my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and lightning one up, offering it to light Sam’s next. I shouldn’t be smoking. I quit a long time ago, but with all the cartel bullshit we’ve been dealing with this year… I’m back to old habits. “I don’t know why they have to be so loud all the fucking time,” he continues to complain. “They’re just lonely, sad people who have too much shit to deal with during the holidays,” I explain darkly. “It’s just easier to drown themselves in alcohol and drugs, isn’t it?”

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

It felt like nothing happened. What she had witnessed was a clear answer to her question. No more innocent denial. Mina had admit that what she had been thinking about her tutor was right. "He is a gangster.' ----------- The green tea cake in his hands puzzled Kian. "Your reward!" Mina smiled with bragging pride. Her eyes, her smile. They were beaming like those flowers that prettily bloomed in spring. The girl, who was sitting close beside him, was full of shock on her face at the bus stop earlier but now she's filled with cheer.

“If only he was that cool and restrained.” Things have already started once we step inside. There’s an enormous table filled with hors d'oeuvres and several men tending bar. On the larger stage in the main room is a band playing jazz covers of Christmas songs that gives the whole party a Great Gatsby vibe. A fellow debt collector named Franky spots me from over at the bar and immediately comes over. “Aye, Sterling!” he howls, clearly already a few drinks deep. “How the hell are ya?” “Hey, Franky—”

But since he had already completed this part of his plan, he was feeling quite happy and he was fine with that. "Well, I think we don't need to do any Christmas shopping yet. But I can ask if you can help us unpack and settle in tomorrow, right? Unless you're going to the office instead…" The Alpha of the Silvercrest pack suddenly froze for a moment, and then a large Cheshire cat grin slowly showed up on his face. The babies laughed at the "big happy man" and then ran to him with arms spread wide open… Soon the three were on the floor having piggyback rides with the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company…

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

I kept begging him. Xander sighed, “ Denver change of plans. Take us to the dragon's place!.” The driver drove away from the building. I don’t even know if I should be relieved or not. Who is the dragon? And why are you going to his place? My head is already aching so I placed my head on the side of the car. After driving for almost an hour through the busy streets of New York, we arrived in front of a building that screams “gangster club”. The entire building is covered with different scary street art. There are paintings of weapons, men killing and holding each other. How come the authorities allow this?

Jensen aka Romeo starts. “Don’t pretend you know how I’m feeling Jen. Aren’t you angry since you and JT no longer get to fuck around with her?” You are one of her fuck buddies. I’m just her friend and stepbrother,” Storm complains angrily. “You’re just sore she chose C.H.A.O.S. over us,” Johnathan Thomas aka Capone scoffs at his friend with his arms crossed over his broad. The man looks like the epitome of a ganger from the era of Al Capone. He is even wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit with a matching fedora. Somebody enjoys watching the classic mafia/gangster movies a little too much.