Gangster Nerd Novels & Stories

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

His thin body made him look like he was carrying a baseball bat. As if he doesn’t know they’re letting the nerd’s play just to make fun of them. Because if he plays, the piñata will be broken in less than ten seconds. He hissed. The nerd hit his knee instead of the piñata above him. “Gosh, it seems like you didn’t want to hit the piñata when we were kids. You’re still very good at hitting. Oh right your pounding something else now.” He glared at him.

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

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

One of them was muscular and big, with numerous tattoos and piercings on his face, as well as diamond earrings. As I approached them, I realized that one of them was Kendrick, the most popular gangster we couldn't get arrested. My eyes widened in shock. Both of them were heading towards the BMW, which was still lying on the ground with gasoline leaking from it and spreading on the road. I paused as Kendrick's man crouched to peer into the car. "Come out, old man. It's time to meet your doom," Kendrick bellowed, holding his gun with both hands and a devious expression on his face. Who was his target? I had to help them.

She doesn't even know. She was weak but not this much to take every rubbish about herself. Her breathing was harsh, this anger was not her thing but He pushed her buttons. Falcone gave her a mockry smile and his macbook. Nandini furrowed her brows but held his macbook “You talk so much! My ears started to bleed. Okay you said I am a criminal but do you know whoever called me criminal never being alive to prove this? “ He laughed. Now Nandini felt goosebumps ''I am in Mafia…and what did you just ask who AM I to you? "Falcone whispered near her ear , her neck hair stood in fright

He came back stronger, more powerful, and oofy than he already was and the feather in his cap was his criminal badge. Evelyn had never thought of Dylan becoming a Mafia and the worse part was that he wasn’t a simple gangster but the Mafia Lord of America. She was aware of the Night Stalkers. They were the most deadly and cynical criminal gangs but what was more terrifying was their leader. Each and every soul in America was cognizant of how ruthless and cunning he was.

Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree with only two classes short of a Master of Physics degree. That’s the thing about the Mafia: they don’t care that you busted your ass for five and a half years. When they’re ready for the little girl that they weren’t interested in 10 years ago, even a degree in Nuclear Engineering becomes useless. You would think that racketeering and drug trafficking would be enough to land you behind bars, but it’s kinda hard to incriminate someone who does a really good job at convincing other people to take the fall for him. Here’s to being the lonely nerd at the front of the class. She had no idea she’d be taken by the man who told her he’d

I gasped through a giggle. "And Josh Nelson," she continued, "he's the enigmatic, bad-boy type, always in black—and have I mentioned hawt?—coming in at twenty-nine. Rumors circulate that he’s affiliated with gangs, mafia and all that, but there’s never been any proof." "Enigmatic, clad in black, those two are correct. The bad-boy part I don't know about.”

the earlier whispering was replaced with their normal voices and I listened attentively, “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, do you think it is Cockeye?” Eduardo made a tsk sound. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would be surprised if this is his doing.” What kind of name is Cockeye? That’s a weird gangster’s name. 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.