Gangster Nerd Novels & Stories

His palms were hidden inside his pockets and the frame around his eyes gave him an extra clean look. "Was I blind?" Gracie thought. "Just because he is quiet and wears glasses, doesn't mean he was an ugly nerd who had no sense of style." He was oozing with visuals and an attractive demeanor. His fitting T-shirt was shaping his muscular features. His biceps were thick enough to make it look like it can rip anybody's skin off. Her eyes traveled down when she saw how his trousers also have a definition of his thick thighs. "Good grace, he was actually built as fucking Greek god." Gracie thought, not noticing how the guy in front of her made her curse for the first time. Although it's all in her

"I already told you that. You're the one who offered yourself to me as a 'payoff', so yeah... I don't want my stuff with anyone else." Angie grumbled and elbowed Maxime hard in the waist. Maxime was shocked. "What the hell?" "How dare you call me stuff!" "Oh? You still call yourself a person? Okay, let me tell you something, what kind of human would willingly give themself up to an unknown gangster just for a news story?"

“And the Demonyo Gang is like the mafia, the bratva? Mob bosses, drugs, arms? All the bad stuff?” He nods. “Yep, all the bad stuff.” Wow. It feels like I’ve been dumped into a world where everything is the opposite of what I’ve known all my life. “And you’re okay with it?” I swallow hard, my throat dry from the lack of water. “Don’t you want to be anything else besides a criminal?” Xander thinks for a moment, then says, “I don’t see it as being a criminal. I belong to the Mafia family, where we kill for each other.”

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

Rumour had it that he was going to burn down the criminal alive but thankfully Alpha Roman had caught him just in time before he could get away with arson. Then you have Nico. He wears glasses and has a short scar going down his right eye. He's also not from a privileged background however he's the captain of the computer club. The Nerds practically worship him because he managed to hack in Alpha Roman's bank and steal from the mafia himself when he was only twelve. Alpha Roman obviously caught the misdemeanour and could have killed him for stealing 2 million from him but due to his great talent and stupid bravery, he kept him alive and trained him in other areas.

Zack’s body trembled, then came back to his senses and immediately grabbed Quinn’s hand. “Zack! What are you doing?!” Quinn had a bad temper at that moment as well. Zack furiously glared at Quinn, then bowed while he nodded. “Master… Master Niner… Why are you here?” ‘Master Niner?’ ‘Old Niner? ‘The man that looked like a peasant worker is actually the famous gang boss in Buckwood that Zack mentioned. Old Niner?’ Quinn was shocked beyond belief.

“Don’t worry, Lily. Is she the girl you’ve been talking about right? Go ahead and slap her now. I just want to see who dares to make a move! I’m Franklin Lockwood. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Don’t you?” Franklin flashed a smile filled with menace. The three gangsters were around three years younger than Gerald. Besides, their hairstyles and the way they dressed stood out quite a bit. To put it simply, they looked as though they weren’t part of the societal norms. But they were so slim. Gerald did not bother meddling in such affairs which concerned those bunch of ignorant youth. So he was about to leave soon. “Let me tell you. I’ll definitely call Jimmy over if you dare to beat me up!”

They were called the Green gang because all they cared about was money which they termed 'green'. They were loud and ruthless. Their leader, a short Black man who called himself Dinero said, “Yo! Ash man! Turn yourself in.” Dinero wore green rimmed shades, and his cut off jeans where sagging from his slim waist. Ash looked him up and down before replying, “I'm sorry man, but I won't. I thought we were brothers, we run these streets together. All of a sudden, you're going to rat me out to the cops. You ain't being loyal.”

So he put his engine on gear four, picking up speed, his face cap tightly secured over his head. As he pulled up side by side with his target, both like twin flames lighting up each other, following and synchronizing their moves, brought out their guns, one on the left side and the other on the right hand side. Fred recognized him, even with his glasses on. He was one to dig out information on who he was going after and he knew all the brothers in the cycle and how they looked like. This one right here was Dice, years in underground wrestling. He was addicted to gambling and was known as sneaker. Which meant he could pull up stunts on anyone, silently.

“You’re so extra, I swear.” “Extra is my brand, baby.” He scooted over so I could slide in beside him. Across from us, Riley was already demolishing her salad like it personally offended her. She’s my other best friend. A total nerd like me but a complete vegetarian freak. I could never be a vegetarian but I'm sure you already know that. Riley looked up mid-bite. “Hey, Mia. I heard someone say that Kathleen went crazy on you by the lockers earlier. What the hell did she do?”