Gangster Monster Novels & Stories

MIA "What the fuck is your problem?" he snarled. "I don't want to be here with you," "What the fuck am I? A fucking plague?" I shook my head. "Worse. A killer. A monster, that's what you are, Big Kai." He gritted his teeth while staring at me. I looked away. "Tell me, what makes me a monster?" he asked. I didn't respond or look at him. "Is it about your lil sister?"

“When I saw how shattered your apartment was, it felt like I was drowning… like my own world had collapsed right in front of me. You know… I tried to convince myself that you being dead didn't matter to me… tried to convince myself that you were better off dead than in my life. But that was only me trying to be in denial of what really had been staring at me in the face… of what my feelings truly meant. She opened her mouth to speak again. “You…” But he didn't let her finish, “You called me a monster. I've heard words worse than that, but you saying them caused me to spiral out of control and I became too desperate… desperate to prove just how much of a monster I could be. That shows how muc

Ugh. “Miss me already?” I deleted it without replying. I was a grown man being blackmailed by a criminal and didn’t sit well with me. I wanted my life back and the only way was to get rid of Carolina. A few days back, a man had placed a number on my windshield and told my chauffeur whose it was. I scrolled down to that number and stared at it for a while. El Monstruo/The Monster was Carolina’s top rival in the drug business. He was also originally from Mexico.

The laugh that escaped me was almost hysterical. She winced and stiffly put her hands on her lap. “Those who started calling Grey the monster were simply afraid of him. They were afraid that they might one day appear on his list. But to me, Angelo Cantore is the one man among the Mafia truly worthy of being called the monster. Men don't call him that way because men are rarely Cantore's victims.” Icy shivers ran down my spine. “What do you mean by… victims?”

Chapter 5 My Granddaughter Stella went to the office of Shiho Eiko Yung (the mafia king), only she had no idea how powerful this man was. She just knew that they were one of the richest families in the country. The more Stella looked at the baby, the more she hated her. She could see so much of Vangeline in her even though she was less than a month old. The only difference was the child had red hair and those green eyes, which was why she knew that Mr. Yung would have no problem accepting the child, he too had red hair and those sharp green eyes. She guessed it must be from the family genes.

I asked, going through some of her degrading pictures from what looked like a brothel. “Amelia Parker,” the man standing beside my father answered. “She was given to Antonio before Viktor took her away.” Viktor Romano—they called him the ‘devil incarnate’—was now the Boss of the Romano family and the bona fide mafia of the God-forsaken city, Chicago. Surely the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. If I had to map out the criminal activities of Viktor Romano or his family so far, stealing a slave girl would be at the bottom of the list of his transgressions.

Jack Kinan stepped forward and said, “Mark is still in surgery. He needed a lot of blood, Julie. Fortunately, we found a quick donor.” “Who?” “Richard, your friend, right?” Jack’s answer gave Julie some relief. “I’m here to inform you that it’s not safe for you to be alone without police protection. We believe ‘The Bastard’ is targeting Mark and his family.” “The Bastard?” “It’s the name of the drug cartel Mark was investigating. So, for your safety, Julie, you should have police protection.” Julie’s head throbbed with pain and dizziness. She didn’t know how to respond. Her life had changed drastically, and she couldn’t understand why all of this was happening to her. Why did the people she

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

he taunted, landing a swift counterpunch that sent the thug stumbling. I faced off against Mohawk Guy who is in front of me, dodging his wild swings of his bat with a mix of agility and street smarts. "I've had enough of clichés for one night," I quipped, landing a solid kick that had him reassessing his life choices. The room became a battleground of fists and chaos. Amid the battle, a mysterious figure in the shadows aimed a gun at us. Before I could react, Hendrix, with his werewolf reflexes, deflected the bullets with a piece of debris.

To see her get out of the car and shoot down the avenue, knowing where she was going, ah, it was too much for him. And here they were, kissing passionately until they lost their breath. “ I love you too, my beloved gangster.” " She said after he pulled his lips away from hers to look at her. It was beautiful and romantic, but a gatiLho was triggered in him when she reminded him of who he was. He was a gangster! She was a student, a family girl, and a musician with a future ahead of her. Reality hit him like a hammer and he pushed her slowly away from him and as much as her gaze changed in a snap, as much as he knew that she loved him yes and had just stated that, he disengaged himself from t