Gangster Disciple Star Novels & Stories

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . Writer's POV *Mexico* Few minutes into their course meal. A waitress walked into the VIP room of Dilly. "Sir, would you allow me to take your son for a few seconds? For a VIP personnel like yourself sir, we are giving out free gifts, but instead of handing you what we prepared for people like you. We'll hand over the gift to your son, sir. What do you think?" The waitress spoke politely.

Gavin said, " Who is gargoyle." "Marco Winehouse." John replied, and we were in shock. "That can't be right. Marco is a reputable hunter." Gavin argued. "Did he tell you he was my father's disciple? When I refused to conform to what my father wanted he turned to Marco and Marco did a good job for him. My father is now a cripple and had long forgotten his ambition but Marco hasn't. With the same training and upbringing as me, he wants to prove himself and realise my father's dream. The dude has lost it. He only pointed to my dad because he is using his methods and he knows you guys can't find him. He is also working with stupid McCain who I believe is a pawn in this thing and would be dispose

Scarlett even got a job as a waitress in a restaurant. We have tried to keep away from the mafias and gangsters as much as possible and we were doing a pretty good job doing that until very recently. The restaurant that Scarlett works in has a lot of local gangsters as its regular customers. They come to the restaurants for less suspicious ways of making deals and signing contracts for not so lawful things. One such evening at the restaurant, Scarlett was serving the table of a local gang leader Victor Lawford. Scarlett is the definition of beauty standards. Luscious hair, pretty face, curves at all the right places. Of course, she caught the attention of Victor.

Coming out all he wanted was to go to a peaceful slumber when his phone's ringtone made him scowl and groan. "Yo lazy ass what's up?" spoke the person on the line upon attending the call. The well-known assassin Dante De Connor, someone who everybody had heard of, but none had seen, was rather enthusiastic to talk to his brother. The mastermind behind every mission, decided to give a heads up to him for the latest rising threat for the gang. "Get to the point. I'm not in mood for your comments," Vincenzo replied with much irritation. "Come on! I'm your only younger brother. At least give me some love," he spoke in baby voice.

Blake took his time to look at the papers as though he had never seen them. He wasn't surprised Gerald had to go to such lengths just to make him divorce how daughter, he just felt like after everything they had been through, after the sacrifices he had made for his family he was owed some respect and dignity. He ought to have given him time to bargain and plead his case. But No, as an insurance policy he decided to hire one of the most... scratch that...the most dangerous mafia gang in the entire country to do his bidding. Yeah, he could tell from the logo he saw on the cars.

Amara did something similar, though she ended up falling backwards and onto the ground, hitting the table on the way and issuing a swear in response. Declan stood up, still breathing hard, looking around. The knock came again and Declan tripped and danced over to the door, shaking his head to fix his hair a little bit, Amara had had her hands in it. He opened the door and tried to be somewhat contained, but coughed in surprise. There were goons from Giovanni. Gary and Stewart. They bothered him at work often enough he knew their names. Gary looked at Declan impassively. "Hello Monsieur Declan." Gary never smiled. Not unless he was trying to be really sarcastic, which Declan had only seen hap

“I am Jasmine’s first disciple. My name is Hyacinth. In the werewolf fashion hierarchy, being Jasmine's disciple is a mark of great status.” Guillermo staggered visibly, his wolf pride taking a hit. But being too stubborn to admit his mistake, he still refused to acknowledge that he hadn’t recognized the top - quality fabric on Theodore’s clothes. He looked at Isabella suspiciously, his wolf eyes narrowing. “You claim to be Jasmine’s disciple? How can we be sure? We have other students of Jasmine here. I’ll call her disciple over and have you two meet. Then we’ll know if you’re fake or real. In our werewolf world, we don't tolerate impostors.”

I just wish that mine isn't a scumbag. "Let the guarding assignments begin," Reese said into the mic, and the auditorium was engulfed in deafening silence. "Apprentice#1, you are assigned to Underboss Carlito Galvez." Daisy gasped beside me. "What?" I asked. "Lucky," she muttered under her breath. "Carlito Galvez is hot as fuck. I wouldn't mind guarding him for the upcoming years." I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "How do you even know these people? I haven't heard of them before!"

Instead, it was Stella who started to feel not satisfied as she glanced at Lucas, astonished. It was only obvious that she did not expect Lucas to agree with accepting them both as his disciples. "Senior, are you for real?" Stella looked at Lucas. Lucas nodded and said to Stella, "Since I've nothing better to do, it might be a good thing to just accept them both as my disciples." Actually, deep in Lucas’ heart was just like a clear mirror. He knew that the objective of Zahra and Rylee making him their master was just to make Lucas protect them both after Lucas had revealed all of his prowess.

Search the area, he couldn't have gotten far, he is injured- haven't eaten in days, so he lacks energy, form search parties of six, and go hunt down this mother fucker," fuck the diamonds, it's the thumb drive I now pursue. the gangsters rushed out of the room, leaving Jace behind. "Bring me the witness," I command, pulling my gun from my waist, Taking a handful of hair, Jace yanked him towards me, "Mafia—I don't know I swear," Staring down at him, I smirked, he couldn't have been older than sixteen, he had a face filled with potential, yet still, here he was, mixed with the wrong crowd, stooping before him, "Tell me some boy, what are your dreams? What do you want to do for the rest of your