Novel & Cerita Gangster Skeletons

Sharriah asked, looking at the Skeletons, which had come to obstruct their path, stopping them from traveling. "They are called a Gashadokuros, not every one knows of it. A Gashadokuro is a huge skeleton created from amassed bones of people who died of starvation or in battle. They are fifteen times larger than humans and roam the night or early day break looking for lone travelers to eat." Philip said,

Then I built again, climaxing anew, calling out his name. “Alex….” I lay on the bed breathless, exposed from head to toe. I watched him ease himself out of his clothes, revealing his smoky hot body. I always knew gangsters had a different physical appearance from normal people, but this was way too much, even for me. As he stripped down, revealing every inch of himself, I mean, every dam inch. I felt my jaw drop to the floor. I mean, seriously, I've seen cucumbers smaller than that thing!

My stomach dropped as I followed her line of sight. Two skeletons, yellowed and brittle, lay partially unearthed before her. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut, memories I tried so hard to bury rushed back all at once. I could almost hear the echoes of that fateful night—their desperate breaths, the cold satisfaction that had settled over me once the deed was done. And now, here they were, staring up at me through empty sockets as if to accuse me of a crime that time should have erased. “God, no…” I breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper.

He had pushed Damian’s spare ammo crates onto the floor to make room for his book. Damian sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his stone leg stretched out. He was cleaning the Hammer. "You're in my seat," Damian grunted. "It's a comfortable chair," the Skeleton rasped. "For a jailer." The Skeleton turned a page of the skin-book. "Your son," the Skeleton mused. "He is clever. He hardened his shell. He made himself... crunchy." "He made himself tough," Damian corrected. "Inedible," the Skeleton agreed. "For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their

My body had never been cremated. The excavation workers, afraid of taking responsibility, secretly reported it to the police. That unintentional act became my greatest stroke of luck. When the forensic pathologist cut open my body, everyone gasped in shock— Sealed in cement, my corpse had been preserved, delaying decomposition. Though the skin had decayed, the muscles and bones remained intact. But almost all my blood had been drained. My body was so emaciated it was barely human, and even the bone marrow bore repeated puncture marks…

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

The room stills when I walk in. Except him. Bones keeps going, oblivious, thrusting like it's his last ride. The girl's moaning, screaming his name. I draw my gun. When Bones roars with release, the first bullet rips through the back of his skull. The second tears through his neck. The third sprays what's left of his brains against the wall behind the bar in a thick, wet arc. His body collapses onto the whore. She screams, scrambling back like she thinks she can outrun the blood.

Asher spoke as he looked at his gun like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. His voice sent chills down my spine. I gulped as I tried to stay as motionless as possible. I heard sniffles of my mother and Scarlett but I knew sympathy isn’t exactly in the mafia cards. My stepfather realized begging for more time wasn’t going to work this time. He hurriedly got up on his knees alerting the gang men, causing them to point their guns right at him. “I am not trying to run. I have something to offer, Mr. Lancaster.” My stepfather spoke shakily. But I couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or too much alcohol.

“Then, I’ll start first. Perhaps, you all already know who I am. I’m T the new leader of Venomous Gang. This is my trainers Captain, Cassie and this is my private assistant, Roy.” Cassie’s eyes widen in shock. Private assistant? It’s now made sense as to why she never saw him before. “So, it’s actually like that. I’ve been wondering who they are for a whole night.” The young man laughed lightly. “I’m Terry. Leader of City Goon Gang. This is my sister, Tania, and this is my right-hand man, Zero.” The man who had a scar around his neck said. His voice was hoarse as if something is hurting his throat, and his expression is even colder. Vale wanted to ask about his scar but thought against it. F