Novel & Cerita Gangster Nerd

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.

Hunter is a 17 year old boy that's a genius. He's smart, handsome, charming, sweet; everything to be the perfect boyfriend; the only down part of him is that he's too sassy and asocial. He always has those sassy comebacks and sometimes doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Bullies and jocks think just because he's a nerd that means they could walk all over him. But they're gonna get another thing coming; Hunter basically doesn't take other people's bullshit and he's not gonna start now.

he wiped my tears before he looked at the moisture on his finger and I watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it, "hm, salty..." "Please, Octavious, I won-" He shook his head in disappointment as he placed his finger on my lips again to silence me, "you've said enough, my little star," he silenced me with a tender tone, "but you can't fight the inevitable. Now, we have been destined to be together since the day that you were born. Do you want to know why you're here?" he waited for a response so I nodded my head, "your father and I were a part of a gang called The Cobalt Wolverine Syndicate," he chuckled, "it was a silly name, the silliest I've ever heard in my life but we

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

he keeps saying nerd again and again. I don't say a word but just stare at the wall. " Nerd " " Nerd " " Nerd " " Go away Noah " I mutter " Why nerd ? " he asks smirking I growl " Nerd " " Nerdddd " " What the hell is your problem " I say angrily staring at his face. His expression was so annoying. he still had that stupid smirk and his eyes held that of admiration. " Oh fiesty nerd " he chuckles " I didn't know you had this side in you. tell me do you roar secretly too ? " he asks mockingly.

"your book nerd side is showing" after that, he got smacked in the head

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.