Gangster Nerd Novels & Stories

They were becoming strangers, not the best friend that was staying hip to hip with each other. She felt the need to approach him, walking towards him a short distance between them she could see the dishalved look he had on. His hair was all over the place untamed. His eyes sullen and swollen like he hadn’t slept at all this past week. The shirt he had on was worn inside out, he looked like a shell of the person. The Frennick she was seeing wasn't the Fennick she knew. Fennick who was all about perfection and always organized was now looking like he could barely dress himself up.

Her hand in Ethan’s. Captioned: “The Nerd & The Hockey King… exposed.” And underneath Hundreds of comments are already pouring in.

His Own Undoing - His Nightmare Rory John Gates The man that has it all, beautiful beyond words, sexy as hell endowed with the body that can set every girls heart on fire and isn't afraid to flaunt it. He is a businessman and successful entrepreneur. Arrogant, bossy, ruthless, cold-hearted, controlling and has no respect for anyone on the surface of the earth. He gets any girl he wants with just a snap of his finger and they'll do whatever it takes to please and make him happy, he doesn't need to have much stress getting different girls in bed because common he is the only son of THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD and has all the attention anyone can get and he makes use of it.

I shook my head and looked at Hunter. -Do not. He looked at me blankly. -No what? I raised my eyebrows as if it were obvious. -I refuse. I'm going to go to the police and get involved in witness protection. I pass these gangster rolls and shit like that. In the books it's super cool because it always ends well and the girl marries the mobster who leaves everything for her and blah blah blah, but look, I don't believe it. I'm a writer and I know that real life is nothing like that of books- I patted him on the shoulder and stood up- I'm sorry, but I'm going.

I was fuming. “What if I say I do?” He licked his lower lip and the sight of his tongue reminded me of that damn kiss again. “What happens then?” When I didn’t answer, he let out a deep chuckle and smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type. I prefer blondes. Not a crazy redhead.” He deserved another eye roll. “Praise the Lord, the nerd said I’m not his type! Finally, my life won’t be a teenage drama movie bullshit.” I turned around and plugged my earphones again. He made me miss Liam’s amazingly sexy voice. Geez.

Tim gives me a hug then Piper helps her to a unnoticeable spot behind a blue caravan. Okay. This is it. "Hey. You mother fucking psychopaths." I call out when the two accomplice finally come into view. "Come get me." (I never expected Nathan to be behind the mysterious man Desmond activities, did you? Hope you liked it and thanks for honouring me with you time. Please rate and comment. Love yal. ADIOS.)

"I ask my friend who was dating Jace now,he describe you just right.I'm surprise Jace went this low,emo was far enough" That was rude. "You're rude,I don't even know you,I'm surprise Jace dated a jerk like you". "Kid,you're a nerd,you're like a shrimp,you hair is too long for your own good and you don't look like you're even 14.I bet you don't even curse.Jace always went for hot muscular guys that plays sports like me".his smirk got wider "What are you trying to say?".i glare a the jerk. "You're a rebound".he ruffles my hair and I swat his hand away. "and not a good one".

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 however raised a brow, narrowing slits at Antonio's untouched drink. Antonio offered a lopsided smile. “Aw, c’mon, we were just making jokes—I'd never think of that.” “Your heart or brain, you mean,” Cardoza teased, lifting the glass. “Last time I checked—the heart of a gangster is a weave of sins, I won't be surprised by the brain” Without objection, Antonio grabbed the glass and gulped down its content at a go. “Satisfied?” He scowled, tossing the glass behind him.

The only casualty was a corner that ripped. “Look what you did!” Lora fussed, brandishing the image of Enzo at her. The muscles of his chest still gleamed, but the pool background was a little worse for wear. Maybe it was just her interaction with him today, but she noticed new things about the portrait. Like the expression on his face, which she had taken for concentration and dedication, could maybe instead be barely concealed disdain. Arrogance, even. Like he was above all of this. Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.