Gangster Monster Novels & Stories

My eyes widened with every new detail that popped up. “What! He is a secret agent for Don Carlito. A popular Mafia Lord known for Human trafficking… assassinations… money laundering…” I felt my skin crawl as I read out the details sourced out on the dark web. “This guy’s not just bad—he’s a fucking monster,” Damon whispered. “Here! Look Jake! Damon froze, pointing at the screen. “You might want to see this…” I leaned in, checking out what he saw. My heart sank into my stomach as my skin froze in the moment.

The man looked confused. "Who are you?" "Your doom!. J, give me the acid" "You fucking monster what did you do to me?" He struggled on his chair. Trying to get out but nothing worked. "Oh! I know I am a monster. You don't have to worry about that. If you had given me the name in the first place we'd not have reached this far." He laughed menacingly. His voice created chills on his body and watched as Kamala withdrew the syringe from the drawer until he dipped in acid.

"Do you want to know something Romeo?" "W-what?" "Gustav Russo doesn't feel a thing. He can't. Because he is a monster who traded his own first born child to a rival in order to save the Cross Sword Mafia. All these luxury you see around you Romeo? It is made up of my baby brother's blood." --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

She knows not of her fate as she clutches the hand of the very man who has destroyed her and moulded her until she was perfect for him. Yet you would not be aware that she knew nothing, if anything to the security surrounding her and her entourage following behind, she seemed to be the most powerful person in the room. Her attire matched that of a mourning yet powerful woman. A black choker one shoulder rhinestone beaded exaggerate gigot sleeve dress that reached below her shins. Black snake skin heels adorned her feet and a black oversized vintage style headpiece tulle organza that made it mandatory for her and her monster to not stand closer than 2 feet. As always, her monster, her husband

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

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.

She turned around and wanted to run away but saw a fierce looking monster standing with his gun and she turned back quickly and squatted beside Rowland. "The money or I finish you off?" The man that appeared to be the gang leader asked. He looked terrible with multiple earrings on his nose and ears. His lips were dark and he had dreadlocks on his head. His fingers contain several rings and all appear to be golden rings. He was smoking and he puffed the smoke into Emma's face. The latter choked, staggered backwards and started coughing hard. The gangster stared at Emma and felt his body hardened. This woman is attractive and she's his kind of woman. He would come back to her after the busines

I scream, but no one can hear me over the grunts and growls of the fighting men. The monster tosses Thatcher away from me with ease after a few seconds, but before he can grab me, Thatcher shifts into his blonde-colored beast. He clamps his teeth into the monster's shoulder and throws him away from me. But his victory is short-lived because the other two beasts jump in and pin him to the ground almost immediately. The monster begins to approach my guard/friend with an evil smirk, and my feet act instinctually. I dart in front of Thatcher and put my arms out wide as I stare at the man who I have seen murder "other" Amber a million times in my head.

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

He had used his Vane influence to buy up the foundation's debt overnight, just so I could have the pleasure of firing the men who had enabled my nightmare. "You have ten minutes to clear your desks," I told the silent room. "The 'Monster' is officially out of business. If you’re still here when the clock strikes ten, the police will be waiting downstairs with a list of every bribe you’ve ever paid." I didn't wait for them to answer. I picked up Leo, turned my back on the billion-dollar table, and walked out. I was no longer a patient. I was no longer a secret. I was the woman who had burned the monster's house down and built a playground on the ashes.