Gangster's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

‎I mean, who wouldn't believe? ‎ ‎Your features kinda complement mine, and we could pull off this Bonnie and Clyde thingy without anyone suspecting a thing, and you can have whatever you want, and I'll impress the board members and the investors. ‎ ‎I couldn't believe my ears, this motherfucker really thinks I'm a contract girlfriend. I'm not gonna do it, Ethan. ‎ ‎I don't care if you fire me or ensure I don't get any other job in this city. I won't do it.

I understood his need to seek her shadow. A month later, he flew abroad with a few trusted aides. The Vander Group, meanwhile, came entirely under my control. I took charge of every aspect of the company. Potential business partners even tried introducing me to new girlfriends under the guise of friendship, but I declined them all. Love, I had learned, could not be forced. It came when it was meant to, and no amount of coercion could conjure it. I thought back to the time during our trip when I had slipped a hundred dollars to the fortune teller so that Jessie would hear that her destined love had the surname Vander. She had believed the prediction—but never believed my heart. None of that m

In the context of the slum they were in, the gangsters found it hard to believe that such a respectable woman would be present there. Moreover, she associated herself with someone like Eric. Eric's complexion grew even paler, and his voice quivered as he responded, "Well, there's nothing like that. She's just a friend." The gangsters scoffed in disbelief, laughing disdainfully. Eric, who appeared dishevelled, was widely assumed to be romantically involved with the woman. Cutting through the excuses, one of the gangsters demanded, "Enough of the talk! When will you repay the borrowed money?" Eric hastily replied, "In a few days!" and promptly offered cigarettes to the group.

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.

Jason gasped with a big smile, stepping closer to Dennis. "You weren't lying dude. Tara is a ten!" Jason added, giving Dennis the good job pat on the back! "What's going on here?" I felt lost, as I watched the boys praise Dennis for bringing his lover over. Am I missing something? Did he make some kind of bet? "You really have a girlfriend?" Bianca asked, looking shattered. Dennis answered with a cold look, "Yes, this is my girlfriend. And you just insulted her by calling her a maid."

"Where are they?" "Who?" "You wanna play dumb?" "Who are you talking—" She didn't finish because Nathan slapped her across the face. "They're not in the house." One guy appeared at the top of the stairs. "Where's your girlfriend and her friends?" Nathan asked her. "I have no idea, I've been trying to get through to them all week—" He slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. "She's a professional liar, no surprise with a having a girlfriend in the mob." Another guy said.

This final 'gift' just arrived late. Watching Jenna leave in a hurry, my friend looked at me and gave me a thumbs-up. "Honestly, you're impressive. Be real with me. Do you have even a tiny thought of getting back together with her? I'd hate it if you turned out to be one of those hopeless romantics." I shook my head and answered without hesitation. "I have no intention of getting back together with her. None at all." By my count, after the wedding fiasco, Henry was bound to make a move soon.

Oh my God Nova you're here",my high school bestie gushed while she hugged me(more like squeezed the air outta my lungs)."Fucking hell Eliza, i can't fucking breathe babe", i manage to say making her release her chokehold on me. Almost immediately she grabs my face and starts saying " what lotion do you use you skin looks and feels soft to the touch" " You know i don't use any lotion" "Well it's not my fault that i don't know you anymore, you blatantly refused to come to any party we throw. I can't even remember the last time i saw you" She finished off with a frown. " Love, i'm sorry okay, i had work to do" "Work!!! For 3yrs, find a better excuse" " I'm serious babe, it's was really because

"I will sue you! I will tell to your boss that you harassed me in order to sign those fucking papers!" "Oh, I can't believe this! The news about you is true! You are a casanova! Nastay musician who loves whore! Put it in your mind that I will never be one of your whores! I am not cheap!" Greg held her hand and pushed her inside the unit. She was shocked when Greg kissed her forehead. "You will never be a gangster when you are with me. Just trust me, we can work together with the song you wrote and the contract you signed to will only last for one year. After that, you are free."

It was the police. “We have to know anything and everything about the shooter, Mr. Alex” “Alright,” he sat up a little. “Can I stay?” I asked. “Who are you to him?” “I am his girlfriend” “Are you close?” “Yes,” I looked at him and smiled. “We are” “Okay. You can stay” I nodded. “So, Mr. Alex--” “Please address me as Alex,” he said with a small smile. “Okay. So, Alex, did you see the shooter?”