Gangster Monster Novels & Stories

Tomorrow, we sharpened our knives and counted who remained. Malik’s hand brushed the back of my thigh as he climbed the last rise, possessive, tender, and something darker that promised more. He’d saved me. I had saved Scarlett. And if his eyes held that darker edge a little longer than they should have, if his fingers flexed as though they still felt bone giving under them, I didn’t mind. Let them call me a monster, as I returned in blood-soaked rags once again. Another foe dealt with. The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry.

Angela was more than terrified, her face had gone pale. "You are fired Miss Angela Horan, you will no longer be my personal assistant." He said this in a calm yet ice cold tones. He said it slowly as if devouring the taste of his own voice. Angela was shook, "No please don't do this to me, You can't do this to me!" she was so frustrated by the turn of events that she had raised her voice without realizing it. Caelum looked at her, his lips curled into an evil smile "I can ruin your life by just snapping my fingers, so u better not raise your voice Goldie Locks."

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.

he says but the monster doesn’t let him touch him. “Quite an improvement, what did they do to you, you’re healing right?” He says to it trying to lift the monsters head with his gun. “So terrible your master wont pleased at all” he says to the monster. “I have no master!!” The monster says in a terrifying voice. They all are surprised since they have never heard any of these creatures speak. “That’s quite a huge improvement” Gary says while laughing “The monster can now speak” “I am no monster, you are the monster” it says to him “My name is Sonny, and you will pay for everything”

GANGSTER #1: "Well, we are not hiring anyone new here in town. And as you can see, you're stepping on our turf. So you're going to have to pay our nominal fee if you want to make it out of here alive. It's simple, just hand over the girl and no one gets hurt. You can understand that right? Dantzler: "Okay...I tried to do this nicely." (He puts the stack of flyers he was carrying into the messanger bag slung over his shoulder and places the bag down on the ground. He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt.)

"However, Dante Massimo is a true monster. He doesn't believe in partnerships, but he does believe in revenge." Monster. The word was thrown around. Revenge was commonplace in this lifestyle. Maybe we were all nothing more than primal beasts, consumed by greed and an insatiable thirst for power. "Oh, I intend to. Talk. Now!" I hissed, my words echoing in the room.

, he said and I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to leave with a monster, he just killed a man in there, I'm pretty sure you heard the loud gunshot", I said and he smiled. "You don't know who he is?", he asked "Not like I care", I muttered under my breath "I mean...it's obvious he's a monster", I said "He's not just a monster Andrea, he's a very feared mafia lord here in Mexico, he controls.....drug and gun trafficking, money laundering, extortion....and a lot more", he said and I took time to process his words.

He then questions caressing my cheek after we pull back. "I want to know everything." I breathe with my lips still touching his. "Like really everything?" He sighs and repeats. "Everything..." He brushes his knuckles upon my cheek and I lean into his touch. "You know what I do. Like you just said. Yes, I am a gangster, Nicole. A bloody gangster." He chuckles humorlessly as he pulls his hand back and my face falls at the loss of contact with his skin. I see his eyes turning darker with a serious expression masking his face as he continues. "I work for a gang called Cobra, which is run by our leader Richard Scott. We have several chains over different parts of the states and even in European c

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.