Gangster Monster Novels & Stories

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.

He was dressed in an impeccable suit, and his medium length hair was neatly styled. His bodyguards flanked him on both sides. He spots Angela, and a dirty smirk appears on his lips. He put up his hand and the bodyguard waited behind as he approached. “That Monster!..” Angela snapped. “Monster?” Mrs Louisiana looked at her in confusion. “I..mean…Montero,his name is Mr Montero..I guess”. She stuttered. “Yeah I think I have seen that handsome face before”. Mrs Samantha joined the two. “Maybe he is here for donations, everybody don't panic,stay calm”.

The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war. And completely letting go of that one last string of restraint, I became one with that monster that had been tucked away for years, that monster that I had forced to go into hibernation, that monster that had begged to be let loose from the thick, frosty shackles of calmness and restraint since that night that had plagued my night and day, until she came along. I don't know when the deal became sealed when the ha

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

the gangster on the ground yelled in angst. "Friggin bastard. Die!" one of the bastard with a bald head unsheathed a small knife, swinging it at the shadowy figure's way. "Mister watch out!" Rose cried out in worry. "Hm?" the gangster noticed that a strong hand gripped his wrist. It was the shadowy figure. "Scum" the shadowy figure twisted the gangsters wrist causing the latter to cry out in pain. He followed up with a kick to the stomach. Bam!

TRACE I delivered a straight punch to the guy in front of me, who gave a disrespectful answer to my question. This was the spy Logan, and Jake caught, causing delays in our transactions here in Sta. Monica. Of all the things that excite me, a disrespectful answer gets me going. I am impressed by those who have the guts to challenge me. I admire people with solid spirits who dare to do things to contradict me. There's only one meaning behind it—either they think I'm weak, or they don't know me at all.

He leaned against the frame of the window and looked at all those people. Billionaires. Most of them in the government and upper class societies. Some of them were criminals, but many others weren’t . And maybe each one of them had their reasons for what they were doing. Mike had never thought this up to this point but before he could persuade himself that he wasn’t changing and no- he was never going to be on their side, he heard movement behind himself and acted on instinct. He grabbed the dark fugure and pressed the man to the wall, gun already pointed at the stranger’s head.

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"

You are the weak point of both. I stopped listening. He just said something that had knocked me out. Something so incredible that I couldn't even hear how they used me. No. He had first heard the name G. Greg. Gregory. I understood why they wanted to be called G. I tried to suppress a smile, which was not very appropriate at the time. What was a scary mobster Gregory going to call himself? The worst part was that I had learned his name at a not-too-good time.

He was dressed in an impeccable suit, and his medium length hair was neatly styled. His bodyguards flanked him on both sides. He spots Angela, and a dirty smirk appears on his lips. He put up his hand and the bodyguard waited behind as he approached. “That Monster!..” Angela snapped. “Monster?” Mrs Louisiana looked at her in confusion. “I..mean…Montero,his name is Mr Montero..I guess”. She stuttered. “Yeah I think I have seen that handsome face before”. Mrs Samantha joined the two. “Maybe he is here for donations, everybody don't panic,stay calm”.