Gangster Elf Novels & Stories

"Yes Jam, You're the one on my list who insulted Amira that I will repay." "WEH ?! You're scary to me! I've been kind to him too!" Jam said. "Yes I know that. You did the right thing Jam. I'm glad I met you, Amira's luck because she had friends like you." He said, "How was your life then?" Charlotte suddenly interjects. The two looked at each other and Ely laughed. "How! Tell me! You owe us a lot of stories!" Charlotte added again. "Dear Gangster .." It started and Charlotte and Jam laughed. "I'm the son of a Gangster, Gun man. Murder, all crimes committed by Papa. But he committed a crime against his heart. To rape my mother Arra, I lived in hardship. Unlike Amira who saw a luxurious life.

She started, waving a hand to Ricco. "The gang has caught Elmo Lang," The man shrugs, his eyes remaining on the road as he continued to drive. Bella scoffed upon seeing Ricco's nonchalant action. 'Did he just shrug?' For Bella, Elmo Lang was no laughing matter. The guy was, after all, one of the most wanted people in America if not the whole world.

He couldn't blame Ellie's parents for trying to save their daughter but why on Earth did it have to be that psychopath? Why would they keep such a huge secret from them? "We're so sorry for keeping this away from the both of you. It's our mistake" Ellie's mum said, tears filling her eyes. "Now, he won't stop until he gets rid of you, Andre" Alicia said, her voice trembling. Dre closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "Is there anything else I should know?" He asked. "Fletcher......owned a mafia gang which is presently controlled by Zack" Ellise's dad sighed.

My thumb moved from memory. I typed one letter. D. I hit send. I put the phone down and watched. Elara was shaking her head, trying to go around him. He put a hand on her arm.That was it. The touch. A shadow moved from a doorway across the street. Dante. He moved like smoke, he’s fast and quiet. He was big, but he made no sound. The dealer was focused on Elara, and didn't see him coming. Dante's hand clamped on the dealer's shoulder. The man turn towards his direction , his smile fading into confusion.

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!”

Elsa walks out of the house to meet a brand new Porsche car and Mr. Gomez standing in front of it. " Wow! Dad you've bought a new car." She said. "Yes. For you?" Mr. Gomez said. "Umm." She asked to be sure she heard well. "I never knew you were a good driver to even be able to stop and escaping criminal, you're all over the news Elsa, been able to overtake the most wanted criminal in Stardom and am proud of you my daughter." Mr. Gomez said and she hugged him tightly in tears.

Danzel said coldly, pulling Peter harshly by his hair to force his chin up, exposing the vulnerable vein in his neck. "Well, hello to you too, Peter," Danzel hissed down at him. "You managed to fool me real nice this time." "Leave her out of this," Peter choked out bravely. Danzel's lethal eyes snapped directly to me, and I gasped in pure terror at the look on his face. This wasn't the soft, protective Danzel I was used to; this was the ruthless monster who had left me bleeding beside my dead father. This wasn't the man who had tenderly saved me from a panic attack mere seconds ago. Instead, he was the terrifying Mafia boss that everyone in the underworld feared. His eyes held absolute terro

His arm rested loosely around me for a moment before he seemed to think better of it, crossing his legs and folding his hands over his knee. I noticed a tattoo peeking from the sleeve of his right arm, partially hidden by his shirt cuff. It looked like a tail... maybe a wolf's? "And for the record, I'm not a murderer. I run the Velgrave Gang," he added casually, clearly catching me staring at his arm, and distracting me just as he tugged his sleeve down. Gang? Mafia thing? The words like Mafia, gang were forbidden in my house. When I was seven, Carl hadn't yet spiraled into addiction and gambling. Our family hadn't gone bankrupt. My mom was still healthy. My brother, Adrian, left home after

Because leaving and crying and shit would’ve made me prey, and I wasn’t in the mood to be hunted with a bread knife and a sinister smile. Three men were brought up—dragged like luggage someone forgot to tip for. Two were capos from the house. One was Elky’s fixer with breath that smelled like a pound coin and cowardice. They were pale in that Catholic way that made you think they were born guilty. One was crying. The fixer, naturally. There’s a reason men who move money don’t move very fast. Elky poured a glass of wine for himself. Red, naturally. He spoke softly, almost tenderly.