Gangster Disciple Star Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

GANGSTER #1: "Well, we are not hiring anyone new here in town. And as you can see, you're stepping on our turf. So you're going to have to pay our nominal fee if you want to make it out of here alive. It's simple, just hand over the girl and no one gets hurt. You can understand that right? Dantzler: "Okay...I tried to do this nicely." (He puts the stack of flyers he was carrying into the messanger bag slung over his shoulder and places the bag down on the ground. He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt.)

So he put his engine on gear four, picking up speed, his face cap tightly secured over his head. As he pulled up side by side with his target, both like twin flames lighting up each other, following and synchronizing their moves, brought out their guns, one on the left side and the other on the right hand side. Fred recognized him, even with his glasses on. He was one to dig out information on who he was going after and he knew all the brothers in the cycle and how they looked like. This one right here was Dice, years in underground wrestling. He was addicted to gambling and was known as sneaker. Which meant he could pull up stunts on anyone, silently.

The leader of the gangster frowned and laughed then he tore the bill in front of the young woman. “What? You want us to pay the bill?! Are you out of your mind? We will eat as long as we want! We will destroy the things as long we want! You didn’t know me? I'm the leader of the Hymox gangster here in this place. This is also my territory, whatever this place had, it belongs to me!” then they laughed and mocked her. The young woman cried after she heard what the gangster said to her. She ran towards her boss, the master of Kukushi. “sir I’m so sorry,” said the young woman to him. Then she went to the kitchen.

Holding the badge, he walked toward an outer disciple. Wham! Harvey smashed the badge on the disciple’s face. The disciple screamed in pain and covered his face as he stumbled back. He glared at Harvey, looking ready to kill, but he wouldn’t dare fight back. “Huh. Looks pretty useful to me.” Harvey nodded. He swung his palm forward, slapping two other disciples to the ground as he did so. They covered their blood-smeared faces, looking miserable. Compared to when they had Harvey completely surrounded before, they seemed a lot more wretched right now.

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.

Alex pointed at another disciple of the Golden Tower. The disciple had been blinded in one eye by the gravel that had shot out previously. He trembled all over, not daring to hesitate even a moment as he opened his mouth to reply, “I-I-It’s… It was people from the Divine Constabulary! They came to arrest the boss…” Alex frowned. As expected, it was the people from the Divine Constabulary. “Where are they now?” “T-T-They’re dead!” “What?! All of them?” Alex was furious when he heard that and swung his sword down on the disciple.

“I don’t care why you’re here. Just forget about me. Take the check and leave. This place isn’t for you. You don’t belong here.” I smiled slightly and pushed the check away. “I don’t need it. I have money, and I’ve already forgotten about you. Whether I’m doing well or not has nothing to do with you. “It’s not up to you to decide whether I belong here or not either.” Lucas’s expression darkened. He sneered and angrily said, “Fine! Keep putting on a tough front! Let’s see how long you last being broke!” Just then, the doors to the hall swung open. A group of bodyguards walked in as they escorted a young boy.

Seeing this, Stanley chuckled and said, “Villa Master Turner, don’t worry too much. If he wanted to deal with Terrain Villa, he would have done so already. Maybe he made a bet with you for the disciple competition three days later because he was worried that making any other move would trigger a counterattack from the Northern supernatural disciples and cause unnecessary trouble. “So, you should relax and prepare well for the disciple competition in three days. As long as we win, nothing will be a problem.” Hearing this, Ernest calmed down and said, “Young Master Berry, with your presence, please rest assured that we’ll definitely win the disciple competition three days later!”

And why did I care how I looked next to him? We pulled up to a warehouse, massive, cold, guarded. But inside, it wasn’t some rundown dump. It was high-end. Organized. Controlled. Men with weapons, screens tracking routes, crates being moved like chess pieces. This wasn’t a gang. This was a machine. Deal Dynasty. And Hunter? He wasn’t just part of it. He was it. Everyone turned when he entered. Respect followed him like a shadow. And then… their eyes shifted to me. A tall guy with a cocky grin and too many chains around his neck spoke first. “Hunter finally brought her,” he said, like I was some myth they weren’t sure existed.