Gangster Doll Novels & Stories

Jay glared at his friend. "H..Here, s..sir." Shin shakingly extended his hands, avoiding Kian's fiery eyes. Kian was holding the glass of beer Jay had forced Jessie to drink and intently looked at it, as if he's inspecting what's inside the cold beer. He then spoke. "Drugging someone is a very serious crime." "Jay, l..let's go." Shin rushingly stood up and held his friend's arm. "Why? Are you scared of Kian Park? He is clueless of what kind of wall he's trying to break." Jay just disrespected Kian who was older than him.

She knows not of her fate as she clutches the hand of the very man who has destroyed her and moulded her until she was perfect for him. Yet you would not be aware that she knew nothing, if anything to the security surrounding her and her entourage following behind, she seemed to be the most powerful person in the room. Her attire matched that of a mourning yet powerful woman. A black choker one shoulder rhinestone beaded exaggerate gigot sleeve dress that reached below her shins. Black snake skin heels adorned her feet and a black oversized vintage style headpiece tulle organza that made it mandatory for her and her monster to not stand closer than 2 feet. As always, her monster, her husband

The gangster who snatched the girl’s guitar reprimanded her sternly, “If everyone who did not obey the rules can simply get away by saying this sentence, would the Bosozoku still have any face left, then?” The Oskian girl asked nervously, “Then… then what do you want from me so that you can let me go?” The gangster glanced at the cash that was in the guitar case in front of her. It was obvious that there was at least one hundred thousand yen inside the guitar case. This was quite a large sum of money for these idle gangsters, and it was enough spending money to last them for a day or two. So, he sneered and said, “That’s simple. If you want us to let you go, leave your guitar and money behin

" answered Freya timidly, as she adjusted the winter jacket, then she nervously shifted a little bit leftward from the woman. She looked at her a second time, she has a star tattooed on the left side of her neck. But she couldnt help saying any word to her as she rarely focus her gaze at her. "Relax...this is just the little way I do keep my old body warm from the winter atmosphere." she told Freya. Who was staring at her motionless trying not to talk about the cigar. The old lady was wearing a beige skirt and a dark brown sweater inner. Her face was freshly scrubbed, her lipstick unmarred, her hairdo neatly combed. And there was a little moment, then, when nothing made sense; the whole thin

I answered but was a little bit nervous. “We are not asking if what is your relation to us. We are asking who are you.” Tara muttered while staring at me intensely. At first, I thought they were just having a good time with me, but later on, I immediately realized they wanted to hear from me. I tried to focus on myself. I even let out a deep sigh to refresh my mind, and when I thought that I was ready to introduce myself, I stared at them with a smirk on my face. “I’m Gandhara Alejandro. The daughter of one of the wealthiest women in the City of Tranquil.”

Her glasses were crooked. I recognized her. Newbie. Transferred in last week. "Please," she whispered. "I didn't do anything—" "Didn't do anything?" The hottest guy—Dagrel, I'd heard someone call him—stood up slowly. He was tall, built like a fighter, with cold eyes and a cruel smirk. "You walked past us without bowing. That's disrespect." "I—I didn't know—" "Now you know." He raised his hand. And slapped her across the face.

The buddy recalled for a moment before he said with certainty, “The name’s Victor Dell, yes, it’s Victor Dell. That person was also very arrogant just now, announcing his name as soon as he spoke. Damn it, is Victor Dell a big boss in Uppercreek? How can he be so arrogant?” “We don’t have a big boss named Victor Dell in Uppercreek!” The woman with her navel exposed immediately laughed when she heard this. “I think he’s just a small-time gangster. There’s nothing to fear!” She was from Uppercreek and working as an escort in this bar. Hector had taken a fancy to her.

“You think that was going to humiliate me, it only caused my father embarrassment. I am proud of my body, you thin board with golf balls as boobs. “HOW DARE YOU!!!” she says as she tries to take another swing at me with her nails out again. I Kicked her in the stomach sending her on her ass as she slides across the concrete floor. “OW, YOU MADE ME SCRAPE MY ASS YOU WHORE!!!” “Oh, poor baby. Enzo, Diego grab her and tie her to one of the metal beams. I am done playing games with this tramp!!!” I ordered them. They take a hold of her arms as they bring her over to a beam a few feet away as she fought them every step of the way. “Daddy, my Dillinger.” “Here you go, peanut.” “Oh, can’t handle a

She turned around and wanted to run away but saw a fierce looking monster standing with his gun and she turned back quickly and squatted beside Rowland. "The money or I finish you off?" The man that appeared to be the gang leader asked. He looked terrible with multiple earrings on his nose and ears. His lips were dark and he had dreadlocks on his head. His fingers contain several rings and all appear to be golden rings. He was smoking and he puffed the smoke into Emma's face. The latter choked, staggered backwards and started coughing hard. The gangster stared at Emma and felt his body hardened. This woman is attractive and she's his kind of woman. He would come back to her after the busines

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”