Gangster Elf Novels & Stories

“Only the ones I think deserve them.” Hmm. I bet Ellison was one of them. “Well... Maybe you should try it often. You are a little rustic. Or maybe it’s your age. How old are you?” He tilted his head to the side a little and by God just for a second there he looked adorable. Damn, I must be already high. How could an arms dealer from Italy— mobster, be adorable? “We are here.” “What?” I asked in confusion, my eyes on his lips. “We reached our destination.”

Elma looks at him. "Not now. And not to that girl. I freaking hate her. She just wants me for the money. She is a gold digger" "Sure she is Edwin" Meena say as she enters the room. Elma sighs. "Hey mum" she say kissing Elma's cheeks. "Hey baby. You both should mind what you say about people" Meena roll her eyes. "Come on mum. That's what they are. You just like to see the good in people and that's bad. The world is filled with bad people"

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.

Felt him groan into my neck like he wanted to drown in me. And now here he was. The Heir of the fucking De Luca Syndicate. You’ve got to be kidding me.

A window exploded inward, shards of glass cascading like deadly rain. “Get down!” Ivan barked, flipping the table over with a swift motion and pulling me behind it. Gunfire erupted, bullets ricocheting off the marble and gilded surfaces. Diners screamed, some diving for cover while others froze in terror. Men dressed in black stormed into the restaurant, their faces partially obscured by masks. The unmistakable emblem of the Mexican mafia adorned their jackets. Ivan pulled his gun from a holster beneath his jacket and returned fire, his movements precise and calculated. “Damien, we’re under attack,” he barked into a small device clipped to his wrist.

"Was that the way they worked?" "Excuse me?" I almost jumped out of my seat after hearing the driver talk. Had I asked that question out loud. Shit. Now, he probably thought I was crazy or some shit like that. Oh, brother. "Are people in the mafia bipolar or something?" I asked, not wanting to give in to the dumb passenger stereotype he might make for me. He shrugged, as if to say he didn't know either. "Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss."

The lady cried out to Aliza. "What is your name?" Aliza asked her in kindness. "I'm Shelly...Shelly Spark." Aliza nodded to her. "Shelly, I think you're mistaken. The boss here Mr Charles Rodriguez is the top notch business man, he is a very kind and benevolent person. Charles has no connection with the mafia." Shelly gave out a hysterical laugh between her cries. "Mam please excuse me but you seem more innocent than me."

Meanwhile at the accident scene, a man putting on a black coat and dark shades stepped on the dead detective phone that was still speaking, resting on a guts-blooded floor. Dialing a number the man neared his phone to his right ear. “The job is done. The nosy detective is dead," the man said smiling as he revealed his face. He is no one other than the notorious gang leader, Elijah. “Good job I will wire the remaining of your balance now." Gloria said from the other side a satisfactory smile on her face.

They walked right past Violet as if she wasn't there. Violet stumbled away, struggling to move properly in her heavy pearl-laden gown, and watched Curzon, Dalyla, and Caiphas take hold of the elves. Their fangs sunk into the necks of their victims. An eerie quiet fell on the hall as the entire room drank. Violet looked around, trying not to throw up. "What is this?" she murmured.

“He was arrested. I used to feel bad about it, but he was released within a week, and I never saw him again.” “If Elena had been there, the guards might’ve let her through,” Ben jokes. Elizabeth smirks. “Probably.She was worth the trouble, though—hot, not just some dirty rogue.” “She was hot,” Ben agrees. “You were mateless too Elizabeth. Ben lashed out." At least I found Kevin a month later.” Elizabeth teased back. “who is Kevin?” “My mate,” Elizabeth says proudly. “And he’s better than any hot rogue.” She dries her hands and announces the vegetables are ready, prompting Ben to start boiling potatoes.