Gangster Skeletons Novels & Stories

And threw the skull onto the table. It landed hard, crack echoing off marble. Bone-yellow, crown split open in a massive, jagged fracture. My scream died in my throat. “Whose… whose is that?” Barely a whisper. “A guy who skimmed before you did. Thought he could run with our cash. Same plan you had. You met him before I came.” He tapped the cracked dome once. “This is what’s left.” I was shaking so much. “That’s how thieves wake up,” Silas said softly.

No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon. “Don’t fuck around,” replied Randy. “This is serious. They found your old service revolver near those two skeletons—the gun you claimed went missing years back. Both skeletons had holes in the skulls indicative of what would be expected from a revolver. One bullet has already been retrieved and it’s been matched to your missing gun.” “What a load of bullshit, and you know it.” Curtis sat back in his chair, the cheap wood creaking under the strain. Narrowing his eyes at Randy, he asked, “Why you doing this? What’re they giving you to interrogate me?”

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!

As the skeletons fell out, everyone was taken aback. There wasn’t just one set of skeletons, but a few. “Oh, my God! There are so many sets of skeletons!” When Rey saw this, he exclaimed. “There must be more than one corpse here!” Gerald reminded Harold. As an inspector, Harold would naturally be able to see that. He was equally shocked. He didn’t expect that there were still so many corpses hidden inside the Hoklux Gang. No wonder Gerald had said that there was a strong aura of resentment here. It seemed to be true.

"Coming right up!" He was not about to poke his nose into other people's business. Money reigned supreme, after all. However, before they could even settle in, a gang stormed the hotel. "Skeleton Hall's got business here. Everyone else, beat it." The ringleader was a scrawny kid, shirtless with a skeleton tattoo on his chest. Skeleton Hall was clearly a ragtag crew. "Time to hit the road!" The other patrons were not looking for trouble either and ditched their meals to leave.

He thought, ‘If you dare to block my way, you have to be prepared to get hurt. After a brief moment, all of them entered the villa and went straight to the point. After introducing Sky’s identity, Anna said, “Since Michelle Yowell is so close to you now, she must have told you about Divine Constabulary, right? So I’ll just make this quick. The man you just killed is an international assassin that we have been tracking down for ages. His alias is Black Skeleton, he’s involved in a much bigger case.” With that, she took out a pile of photos, all of them had Black Skeleton in them.

She knows not of her fate as she clutches the hand of the very man who has destroyed her and moulded her until she was perfect for him. Yet you would not be aware that she knew nothing, if anything to the security surrounding her and her entourage following behind, she seemed to be the most powerful person in the room. Her attire matched that of a mourning yet powerful woman. A black choker one shoulder rhinestone beaded exaggerate gigot sleeve dress that reached below her shins. Black snake skin heels adorned her feet and a black oversized vintage style headpiece tulle organza that made it mandatory for her and her monster to not stand closer than 2 feet. As always, her monster, her husband

Ghost (laughing): “Knew her? Dollface ran poker night in the basement of the Ohio Club every Thursday in ’27. Mae Capone introduced us. Name’s Frankie Yale. Formerly breathing, currently permanent resident.” Another ghost (this one shorter, scar across his cheek) steps forward. Frankie: “We’ve been keeping an eye on the tunnels since Prohibition. Old agreements. Morau blood walks these thermal veins, we don’t let nobody mess with it.” Seras’s flames flicker nervously. Seras: “So… ghost gangsters are real?” Frankie (winking): “Only the classy ones.”

the wolves and vampires come out." He told me. I looked at him in disbelief. I guess I shouldn't have ruled out the possisbility that more of the supernatural world exists, but here I am. I nodded, and kept walking down what was left of the path to the castle. I couldn't help but rubberneck to try to see everything that I could on our way in. This place was once truly beautiful. The garden went on for miles, there were multiple sitting areas all throughout, with ponds, pools, and birdbaths. I could see the remains of a labrynth in the distance. Good luck getting there without poisoning yourself. I thought to myself as we kept walking. "We'll go in through the main door there." Gideon pointe

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.