Gangster Nerd Novels & Stories

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

He said. “I’m not mad anymore,” I said. “My brother says you are a gang member.” That’s not exactly what he said. He said Nero was a part of the mafia, but it was all the same to me. Gangs did the same things that the people who were higher up in the hierarchy did. They were just more successful. Nero laughed when I said that. “Do you think I am part of a gang?” He asked. “I don’t really know you very well. You have seen every part of my body, and I don’t even know your middle name.” I said with a shrug to try to pass the whole thing off as casual.

His voice is stern and in command. “Good, only I don’t think it is his real name. But we have an image of him. Didn’t take a lot of doing to be honest. Frankly those addicts will do anything for a quick fix or a quick buck to purchase their shit. Someone had a picture on their mobile when this fucker Drake beat someone up for not paying for some gear.” I gasp. “Xander,” I say. “What sort of people do you know exactly? This doesn’t sound good. You are supposed to be a multi billionaire not a drug lord.”

Matthew hesitated for a moment before his eyes flickered to the house in front of him and he responded in a low, cautious tone, "He's inside with the son and mother?" "Has Dan responded back with Gunnar's profile yet?" Rome asked, a hit of worry seeping into his voice. "Yes. He's Gunnar Kennedy, the only son of Ruby and Abi Kennedy. His father died when he was young, and it's been his mother and him since then. He started street fighting at underground clubs in his teens, and he's been doing that since. He does dirty jobs like transporting illegal goods, getting information, and running protection rackets. He has no kill history., but is the leader of one of the largest low-grade gangs in th

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.

She said and he sighed. “Am a gangster, am a mafia guy, I do dirty works with Russians, I kill people, not intentionally though, only those that mess with me, I smuggle drugs and guns but I don't do drugs, in short am a bad person, that is the way I make my money, my companies and different investments are just like a cover up for all, am really sorry I didn't tell you all this while, please don't leave me.” Eddy rushed his words and stared at her to see her facial expression and it was blank, he couldn't tell how she was feeling.

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

“I ran his face through every legal database…Italy, Russia, the U.S. Nothing came up. It’s like the dude’s a ghost.” “Well, I hope there’s a but coming,” I said coldly. “And for your sake, you’re a ghost hunter.” Fear flickered in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… so I hacked into the black market security network. He’s called The Dead. Weird, right?” “The Dead?” I repeated. Was he fucking serious? “Wait… he’s…” My voice trailed off as the realization hit. “He’s a mercenary,” Ryan finished. “Or more precisely… the head of a mercenary gang.”

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

" I just said. "I'm really sorry.." he felt guilty. "That's ok. He's not missing." I said. End of Flashback... I went to hang out with friends. By the way I'm a Gangster, for Real. I am one of the Notorious Here in our Area. They know it's my brother, he stopped me before but he didn't do anything and we just fought. NDG is the name of our established Gang. Notorious Devil Gangster. I'm the Co. founder of what you don't want to believe or what I'm not really second to the leader. I should be the founder I just refused. Every time we get into a fight, I'm the leader. I'm the most competitive among us. Everyone I bumped into retreated, as soon as they saw me they turned pale. My name became fa