Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

“He’s probably already fucking her so hard, making that slave moan in pleasure she never experienced before.” I laughed at that. It’s so smart of me to do that. A few days ago, I went to a brothel to hang around and enjoy myself. Unexpectedly, I bumped into that woman whose figure looked so similar to Della. I almost made a mistake when I first saw her back. What’s more surprising is that she’s an omega slave who’s in charge of cleaning… She’s Gianna, a woman who was abandoned by her pack for being hideous, the only advantage she had was her figure.

"Dylan, we both know I'm a street girl. I go to clubs, I deal on drugs and I have run ins with criminals. That was my life before I met you. And I'm sure you must have deduced that by now. I even killed a man in your presence which is why you asked me to join your mafia cartel business. "I've done many criminal acts even before meeting you, Dylan. I'm not of proper parental upbringing. I'm not of good social standing. I'm not even able to do certain household chores or take care of a child. Are you sure you want to be with me despite knowing all these?" she asked, looking him directly into his eyes. He sighed and collapsed back onto the bed beside her, her hands leaving him in the process.

A young lady got up from her chair, she was wearing an elegant white suit, her hair was dyed red, sparks of rebellion could be seen burning amid her pupils, her name was Beatrice, " Alexander, we understood everything you say about you being here on high orders, but now you said 'I am the new deputy boss' So who is the boss? Will boss Donalb keep his office or will someone replace him ? " This girl Beatrice is the deputy boss in this gang,of course before Alexander came in, who has not yet revealed the identity of the new boss , which prompted her to ask...But what was a little strange was that she called him by his name directly, as if she deja knew The current Boss of this gang was Donalb,

"Shut up, Shadow. That would never happen. Women are such a pain in the ass. It's like getting a rock and smashing it on my head." After Keyller was left behind by his butler, he worked his ass off to feed himself, live and sleep on cold hard ground. He stole, killed, and became one of the most famous gangsters in the underground society. Right now, his boss, Frederico, was selling them as a gigolo to rich Matronas. That's how Keyller knew Aoife. She was a famous mafia boss. Rich and one of the scariest women alive. Keyller loathes women, but in order to survive and save some money for his vengeance, he stoops so low to live a filthy life. And Aoife will be his stepping stone.

“We do robbery, kidnapping and dacoit for money. Sometimes, a special person from the gangster of Vento City gives us a big task in which we get good money as well. Four days ago, he came to us with a woman. She gave us a photograph of a woman and said that we will have to kidnap and bring her to a barren place to beat her to death. Until she dies, she should not be allowed to eat and drink and... This task was new for us, money was good that we think we won’t have to go to earn for a few months. We don't know who that woman is.” Yohan Dixon left the room with his hazardous aura and Assistant Nolan followed him back. … It was dawn. Yohan Dixon entered the October villa while unbuttoning his

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"

Desire and fury collided in his chest, an unstable alchemy that made his beast form strain against the edges of itself, as though his own skin no longer quite fit. He turned back toward her. His little doll. The thought tasted wrong the moment it formed—doll suggested fragility, obedience, glass. She was none of those things. She was a knife that had forgotten it was meant to stay sheathed. She scrambled to her feet. Blood dripped from her palms. Her dress was torn. Her hair tangled. And yet she stood tall and proud. The forest clung to her—leaves in her hair, dirt on her knees, his blood on her hands—marking her as surely as any rune.

When I do that, I notice the big male figure coming my way, "Because he basically raped me, you know?" "You always do random drugs, Dolly, I don’t think he had to force you to take a pill. And he's a handsome guy, you totally got caught up in the moment and thought the drug thing would be a good enough excuse for me, but it's not," I spit out, trying to keep my voice in check. Saint probably wants to pour himself another cup full of vodka, so I move out of the way, "Also, Dylan is not a rapist. He totally wants to brag about how you much wanted him, so he wouldn't actually rape you. And don't fucking joke about that, Dollerina, it's bad karma. You could get actually raped."

I dragged his body out of the bushes, laying it out in the open as I pulled out a syringe from my pocket and stabbing it into his face as a sigh left his lips as his eyes half opened then he went unconscious but he said softly, “ Paolo.” He knew my name, only extremely close people knew that. Others referred to me as Capo. No matter what. I let out a breath, calming down as I walked over to the body with all precautions. I was finally close to the body, I knelt down beside it as I placed my finger by the nose and he wasn't breathing. He was dead. I pucker my lips, feeling like I just made a bad mistake as I pulled off the mask to see his face clearly but I didn't recognize him, I only notice