Gangster Elf Novels & Stories

As he took slow steps closer to Cordelia with a frown on his face, a young, handsome-looking man came out of nowhere and pulled Cordelia by the arm. “Hi, baby. I’m sorry I took time in the restroom.” The stranger uttered with a grin. Cordelia looked so confused, but as the smart girl she was, she figured out that he was trying to save her. So she didn’t push him away. This stranger was Jared Lambert, a twenty-five year old guy, the son of Sir Luther Lambert, leader of the East America drug cartel, and nephew to El Azul Lambert, the leader of the Colima drug cartel in Europe. El Azul had connections all over Europe and was given almost the same respect as the President.

I frowned because it wasn't common to see an elf as a guardian. “Is something wrong?” the elf asked, and the feline laughed. “She must be wondering what you're doing here, Samir,” the feline said and looked at me calmly. “I'm Renzo; this is Jackson, and the silent one is Cal.” The vampire nodded, as did the bear, and the elf looked at me with raised eyebrows. “I'm a guardian; that's why I'm here,” the elf said, and Jackson laughed. “I'm a guardian with medical knowledge.”

GANGSTER #1: "Well, we are not hiring anyone new here in town. And as you can see, you're stepping on our turf. So you're going to have to pay our nominal fee if you want to make it out of here alive. It's simple, just hand over the girl and no one gets hurt. You can understand that right? Dantzler: "Okay...I tried to do this nicely." (He puts the stack of flyers he was carrying into the messanger bag slung over his shoulder and places the bag down on the ground. He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt.)

her escort asked in a flat voice, emotionless. Svetlana blinked, snapping back to the present. “I don’t know…” she whispered, more to herself than to him. And truly, she didn’t know. Meanwhile, Dante was lost in his own world, cigarette smoke rising in lazy spirals toward the office ceiling, mixing with the heavy air. The dim light of the desk lamp barely illuminated the faces of the men seated around the table—a hardened group, molded by violence, loyal to the death, awaiting orders from their capo. But Dante Bellandi said nothing.

The gangsters stopped and turned around to look in the direction of the voice. Elroy’s gaze landed on Adrian and he was instantly furious when he realized that Vivus Clothing’s people had called for reinforcements. He said angrily, “Who the f*ck are you? How dare you meddle in my business! Did you not hear that this is my territory?!” “Here comes another one who wants to get himself killed.” “There are just so many people wanting to die these days.” “Mr. Elroy, why are there so many deadbeats in this world?”

he yelled. My heart sank, but I was determined to escape, so I marched the throttle and sped away as the men fired aimlessly at the car. Good thing the Guerra’s drove bullet-proof cars. “You cannot hide from me, Elowen, and when I find you, I will end you. This is not the last!” Adjo threatened. His words rang in my ears as I sped down the highway, and I knew I had to get away or die trying. Not only did I ruin a wedding with prestigious guests from around the world, but I also stabbed the firstborn son of the fifth generation of Guerra, the most notorious mafia cartel in Los Angeles. My life was doomed...

And why did I care how I looked next to him? We pulled up to a warehouse, massive, cold, guarded. But inside, it wasn’t some rundown dump. It was high-end. Organized. Controlled. Men with weapons, screens tracking routes, crates being moved like chess pieces. This wasn’t a gang. This was a machine. Deal Dynasty. And Hunter? He wasn’t just part of it. He was it. Everyone turned when he entered. Respect followed him like a shadow. And then… their eyes shifted to me. A tall guy with a cocky grin and too many chains around his neck spoke first. “Hunter finally brought her,” he said, like I was some myth they weren’t sure existed.

" You are going with me to Paco's. He asked me to take you to meet her.” And he didn't smile. Gringo also looked worried and serious, and she only learned inside the car that Paco, the most powerful gangster around, the cruelest guy she had ever heard of, had heard, had gotten to know, that Tulio, his sidekick, was not only living with a girl, but was in love.

Black American,7ft 1inch tall,bald headed with tattoos all over his two arms,his neck and his left cheek. Studs on his two earlobes and a nose ring. He looked like a criminal who just got out of jail and he looked frightening each time he frowns. They say,he was once a ring fighter.Ice cold. Real name,Shawn Gomez. To be honest with you,I like this guy. As his name depicts,he was very calm and quiet. You could underestimate this guy but girl! You would be shocked out of your skin. Not too tall but taller than storm. He is good with the machine guns and long range guns. A former assassin and now,he works for Jake.

Dice growled, clearly agitated. “Oh really? From what I remember we could have done way worse than beat the crap out of you all, and end your life... but just like I spared your son's life, I also spared yours,” Elijah shot back angrily, narrowing his eyes at Dice. “So, how about a, ‘Thank you?!” A sneer escaped from Dice’s lips and he gritted his teeth, “This guy, haha! You got balls, don’t you?!” “Hundred thousand!” Elijah abruptly spoke, not letting him finish. “I will pay you a hundred thousand dollars to buy your gang and loyalty!”