Gangster Love Poems For Him นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Great asked. "Never mind." "Okay, I'll be waiting in the sitting room," Great said and walked out. As soon as he left the kitchen, a got another text from the man on Halloween night, Raymond who was beside me saw the poem, and read it aloud, My love, You work joy in my heart, You are my drug, for I can't go a second without thinking of you. You own me, for my breath counts on your heart. My fingers itch for your flawless skin to pleasure in warmth-loving, and to taste the furnace of your charm.

What crime did I ever do to be in this position? If falling in love was a crime, then I was willing to accept this as a punishment. Still, I would continue to fall in love again and again, if it was Vexon. We were fated to be together and we will be every time. We had ups and downs, we argued and bickered because we knew that in the end, we would be there for each other, no matter what. So, for me, falling in love with a gang leader was not a crime. He might be the villain in many people's lives, but in my life, he was the hero. I am proud of my love, and I will always be. If God gave me the options to die or leave Vexon, I would gladly die.

He would kill Six in a heartbeat, and only heaven knew what he would do to me. I looked away. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want to be here. When I imagined growing up and falling in love and getting married, I didn’t imagine it would be to a mobster.” That was true. Love did have a sick way of playing games, didn’t it?

He’s the man who’s made me cry countless times, but he’s also the one who makes me laugh wholeheartedly—who brings boundless joy to my soul. He’s the man who once shattered my heart, yet he’s also the one who pieced it back together. And now, as he holds me tightly, caressing, kissing, and loving me in a way no one else ever could, all I can think is… This man—the only one who loves me possessively and obsessively to the point of madness. He is the one and only Demetrius Sylvestre Jr., the ruthless Mafia Boss feared by many. Yet to me, he’s simply the man who loves me more than anything in this world.

"In that way, you can be able to cuddle me as you want." "You know I am not the romantic type. I am a killer who kills for a living and for years, I have shut my heart from any feelings. I'm a cold-hearted killer, and you know it. I can't promise you Daisy, but I will try to be romantic. However, one thing for sure, is that I love you, you are making my cold heart beat again."

My love I'm sorry if I can't fight you because of my position in the mafia. Even if we are different, even if the opinions of others are in conflict, remember that I love you very much. You know I can't afford to hurt you, especially to kill. Get away, run away. You will always remember how much I love you. Yours truly, R.M.

A rage. He let out a dark chuckle after some time, as he came closure to her like a devil. As he grips her hair tight, " Even if you don't love me, you have to! And even if you think, it's just my madness. My madness then. " " But how you will bear the truth of your lover, senorita?" He whispered. Mysteries were filled in his every word! The darkness never leaves truly! Happiness of love last for a moment. Pain of love last for a lifetime

“Thank you for your kind words on my recent marriage. My bride is a gift. As for Blackstone, he still breathes, and so my revenge is not complete, but the two have nothing to do with one another and should anyone ask, please correct that erroneous conclusion.” “You can’t have fallen in love with this child,” Red exclaims. “Do men like us know what love is?” I bite off the end of the cigar and ask for a light. Red pulls out his lighter—the one that he uses to burn his enemies—and holds it steady for me. “No. I suppose we don’t, but if it is not love or revenge, what is it? I suppose she’s pretty, but there are plenty of pretty girls in the world. You don’t need to tie yourself to one.”

The man I loved and the man I saw were two different persons. The Dante I knew was calm, kind and soft hearted person and the Dante I saw taking the life of a man was dangerous, ice cold, heartless and a killer with blood in his hands. I got scared, not for myself but for the life of our baby. I didn't want to bring the baby with yu in his life. I couldn't marry a gangster and put my own baby's life in danger by ruining his whole life and his future." I stopped to take a breath when Dante placed his hand on mine.

Her tears at that time falling for me felt like a huge universe gifted my way which I was ever ready as I could be to grasp tight. I was a fucking moron to hurt her time by time. I wanted her with me. Her heartbeats to synchronize with mine. She was it for me and I wanted myself to be it for her. But not anymore. \'''If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet! But Alas! I'm none of the above In your world, I am just a wild beast!'''/