Gangster Love Poems For Him Novels & Stories

"No ifs and buts,just please let me do something for you." "You know you are crazy right?" "Only for you baby." "I love you Tien." "I love you so much my angel." This man makes me all gooeey and weak.But as you know "Love is never for the weak,its he who faces it,knows the fierceness of this feeling. Congo Natalia you are becoming a poet.I rolled my eyes at my own thought and resumed my day.We also had the staff meeting.Guess this is going to be a long day.

He was biting, licking, sucking – doing everything. “Aahh….Rayn. Please, it hurts.”- I said. He didn’t respond, instead he looked at my chest with proud; my chest must be covered with his marked by now. “Don’t clench your fucking legs, I want them to open. Do you get it?”- He ordered, his eyes were only filled with lust. I think It was never been love. It was always his needs and Lust. Why the hell I never noticed this? He spread my legs wide as his eyes dripped with lust. He put both of legs over his shoulder and positioned himself. Panic surged inside me as my eyes locked with him; a twisted smirk appeared on his lips.

“For what it’s worth, I did intend to propose to you.” “Oh, how noble,” I spat. “So your grand plan was to marry me, then fund your mistress with my crown’s gold, isn't it?” The pieces clicked into place, each one sharper than the last. “Tell me, Dexter—did you ever love me? Or was I just the most convenient gamble?” His silence was answer enough. He never loved me. I think my father was right when he said a poor man will never love a wealthy man wholeheartedly. His love will always be fake. It was definitely because of what he could get from him.

It had a dark background with some English letters written on it in gold. ‘A slumber did my spirit seal- I had no human fears. She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years…..’ On reading the first few lines she felt she had read this poem and it instantly clicked her that it was a poem by William Wordsworth. ‘Maybe Steve likes his poems…..’ She thought to herself as she turned to the coffee table next to the door. that very instant, the door flew open and an angry Steve walked inside the office. Jessica was sure that Steve was very angry and was terrified seeing him burst like a volcano. She stood rooted in her place as she looked at his actions. She had never seen him s

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

You know you are one of ma paradise, shawty," he said, kissing my knuckles again. "One of?" "A lot of things make a gangster's paradise, baby. Money, guns, power, and his beautiful queen, which is you, baby." He said, kissing my knuckles again. My heart fluttered again. "I can't get the sex outta my head," he said. Me neither. "That the...." He coughed, making me furrow my brows. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I think I got a little cold but I'll be fine. Nothing a smoke or two can't solve," he said, winking.

The sheets that still carried his scent. And the truth crashed over me like a tidal wave, violent, unstoppable, drowning, I loved him completely, hopelessly and dangerously, I loved the man who painted the streets red, the man whose hands were stained with blood, the man who would burn cities to ash if anyone tried to take me from him and the most terrifying part? I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted him exactly as he was, fierce, ruthless, mine, a soft knock broke through the chaos in my chest.

He said and my smile widened, my tension and nervousness dead. I never knew I would date a gangster or say these three magical words to one but things don’t always go the way we plan them to be. I don’t regret being with a gangster though. When you have a true lover, consider yourself as a captive because no matter how hard one tries, you can never break this bond. To Be Continued

I don’t believe in love I don’t know what is called but I adore my sister . My bestfriend Desmond has tried to make me date someone ,but they all want my money and fame … I ended up sleeping with them and chasing them off .. yes no love in my dictionary …I AM KELVIN SALVADOR A BILLIONAIRE AND A MAFIA LORD… I know I am handsome and what every woman wants in a man .. Boss !Boss ! Desomond shouted jolting Kelvin out of his thoughts … Desmond I have told you to stop calling me boss ,you never listen . I said glaring at Desmond .. he smiled and said I have a very important message to pass Kelvin .. being shouting your name,what are you thinking about ? He asked me and I just shrugged …

I said, but he gripped my hair harshly and pulled my face close to his lips, There was half inch gap between our lips, "You should be thankful to me darling because I am using only my tone over you, But if you keep behaving like a brat around me, I won't take long to turn into a Gangster... (he leaned his lips close to my ear) and if I turned into a gangster then you'll be screaming my name under me and begging me to stop..." he stepped back and once again started looking into my eyes arrogantly. He freed my hair from his tight grip and cupped my face, " I love you, I love you so deeply, madly ( He brushes his fingers over my lips) insanely, passionately, hopelessly,