Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

I snickered, “With the smile I saw on him as he was walking with Lily into that building, I have a feeling that he prefers the other Lily.” I prefer the other Lily, I thought. “Whatever,” Lola said as she rolled her eyes. “We need to prepare you for another job. We won't be living off the money Sharpe and I made for the rest of our lives.” I stated. “There are basic things you need to learn when it comes to swindling people; you should be able to be anyone and be convincing about it.” “I can con people.” Lola replied, “I was raised on the streets and joined the mafia as soon as I was twenty-one.”

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

ly sweet tone then finishing up with a glare. He chuckled and said “see, cute”, I ignored him and said “so, when's my first job” I said with excitement “today” he said, and then he turned serious “are you okay with killing people” “of course but only if they were bad people, my blade of bullet won't be stained with the blood of the innocent” “sure, your first assignment is to kill Mr. Santiago” “ I've read about that man, he has been involved in a lot of cases most of which are child trafficking, drug trafficking, smuggling of weapons and a lot of other illegal activities. He's never been arrested because he covers his tracks, he also has a good number of judges, governors and bad cops in hi

She pushed her finger on the buzzer. "Who is it? How may we help you?" some guard answers back right away. "I am Miss. Carter. I am here to be Evan's new nanny" Sawyer replies back into the speaker. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ No reply back. Suddenly she hears a buzzing noise. The large steel gates pull back, opening letting her on her way inside. She sees a large driveway that twisted and turned around the large home. She walked as quickly as she could move down the drive way. She takes her head phones out of her ears. She had been listing to music on her way to work that day. She turns off her cell phone. Then places it in her coat pocket. She looked over Donovan's large home. Was it four stories? Five?

Diva nodded once and vanished back into the club. Beside me, I heard Adrian let out a shaking breath. Ella had gone very still. Killian leaned in, his chest brushing my shoulder. "This cousin of yours is a gangster," he whispered. "Nothing is hotter than a woman who can order a hit and a round of drinks in the same breath. You should take notes, Daisy." Never. It could never be me. "I think I'll stick to writing books," I muttered. Queen turned back to us, the "Boss Lady" mask softening. "Daisy, Ella, you look like you're at a funeral." She snapped her fingers at a man standing near the curtain. "Get me, Dante. Jaz."

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

So, she slowly retracted her eyes that were instantly lit up and looking at the girl, pretending to be an expression of scrutiny and approval, and asked another question: "So, you went home with him two days ago. Did you go to receive the guest, or to get prepared?" "Get ready." Seemingly getting a little comfort from her eyes, the girl's voice became more stable. Maya nodded: "Who is the guest?" The girl tried her best to recall: "Torrent Dunn, he told me, the third in command of Consortio, the biggest gangster in the city. He told me ‘no questions, and just play the role’." This is it! It seems that this Torrent Dunn, the third boss of the gangster, is the key to Jason's divorce.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.