Gangster Nerd Mga Nobela at Kwento

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

he said, voice low and steady. “A few details?!” Svetlana stepped back, her voice rising with a mix of anger and disbelief. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes sparked with fury. “Like the fact that you’re the capo of this… this criminal organization?” Dante raised an eyebrow, a flash of irony playing on his lips. “Criminal organization? That sounds… bureaucratic.” “It’s not funny,” she snapped, folding her arms in a desperate attempt to regain some control. A dry, short laugh escaped him, but his expression quickly darkened.

"Yes ma'am. Charlie Cox, popularly known as Red Bull. He's a Mafia and also serves as a broker." Erin's fists tightened. She did know there was something off about the guy. Yes, he was dressed corporately but didn't act corporately. He never even mentioned the name of his company. He was chewing gum and his voice came out thick and erratic. Like he was a smoke addict. "Find out the jerk who set me up with a criminal!" She stood up to leave and then almost bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry." She apologised before looking up to see who it was.

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

“After Monic and Dom left, I started going to the Underground Place frequently, as in everyday-frequently. I loved fighting, it was something I do in my spare time and no, I didn’t do it because of the money it supplied. I made sure it all went to an orphanage nearby. I did it out of sheer pleasure. I love the thrill of the fight and the adrenaline it fills me. You would understand,” I gave Adam and Zac a pointed look and they both nodded in understanding. “What I have trouble understanding is why you, a nerd, would choose the Underground Place to fight in of all places. Why didn’t you go to a smaller less dangerous place? Where there are no bulky guys.” Jake pointed out.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

He laughed and turned around, "I asked for a Princess, not a fvcking clown" "Maybe you got the wrong person" I announced and he clicked his tongue. "Nay.... You're the right one..." "What do you want with me? Who are you?" I was losing my patience already. One minute I was on my way home and another, I'd been taken by some unknown skull-faced gangsters. The young man took a step closer to me and adjusted his biker's jacket, "Since you asked... I'm Gerald Anderson... Acting Don of the Eastern Gang"

“Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then… Cockeye?” Eduardo tsked. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would drink the entire ocean if he did this.” What kind of name is Cockeye? But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord?

In my right hand, my phone vibrates non-stop. I crush the urge to answer the call and throw the device away, it hits the wall and falls to the floor. My parents have an important place in society, a place inherited from my father's family, a place my mother will never relinquish, a position I have never had the option of denying. To all the important people in San Diego, I am Gutemberg Ramsey, a promising lawyer with a penchant for dangerous sports, fast romances and a born activist. To the underprivileged part of West City, a place we call the Hill, I'm the right-hand man of the local drug dealer.

I was intrigued, wondering if there was more to this human that was inexplicably my mate. HOPE Jase acted all nervous about Nicco Gallo being in our shop. Even Earl looked a little aghast, but I didn’t understand what the big deal was. I wasn’t even sure what a Don was. Jase kept trying to explain to me. “It’s like a crime boss. But a family one. You know, like the Sopranos.” “Who?” I asked. Jase’s mouth dropped. “You don’t know who the Sopranos are?”