Gangster Snow White Novels & Stories

Unfriendly. She frowned slightly but said nothing. Later, Adriana returned to the hotel about half an hour after leaving to help Snow buy something. The suite door clicked open, and she stepped inside, calling casually, “Snow?” But what she saw made her pause, startled. “Snow?” Snow stood in front of the mirror, wearing a sleek black wig, her makeup entirely transforming her face. The long, tight dress clung to her figure, accentuating every curve. The only thing that betrayed her identity was the pair of worn slippers on her feet—a quiet trace of the real Snow.

At this time the door of the warehouse suddenly opened, the gangster came in, inside the gloomy only the countertop of the light, he one by one, the warehouse lights all up, the warehouse suddenly brightened up, like daylight. At this time Yang Shuting is lying on the ground, the gangster came over, saw her good-looking, the body is even bumpy, lips raised a wicked smile. The gangster walked to her front, slightly bent down to look down, really bright and beautiful a beautiful woman. The white as snow cheeks are slightly flushed, a light smile hanging on the pink lips like cherry blossom petals, he could not help but gulp, can not help but want to bite on. His hand gently flipped over her mi

Stella looked where the man directed. In the living room, against a backdrop of expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, stood a man clad in white casual attire, engaged in a phone conversation. His back was to them, concealing his face, but his tall frame and well-defined physique were unmistakable. Even his silhouette radiated an allure akin to a masterpiece. As she studied him intently, the man turned around, his intense gaze landing on her. Recognizing his striking features, Stella felt a rush of panic. This was Lucas White, a prominent figure frequently appearing on television and the internet, the youngest leader of White Corporation. Known for his charismatic but ruthless character, Lucas

he declared flatly. (Is he insane?) I thought to myself, but when I saw Xavier and his companion's expressions, I couldn't help but wonder. "You're the black wolf from last night, aren't you? Really?" I inquired mockingly. Xavier didn't say anything, but his companion did. "- In fact, the seven of us..."

Zifan sighed in relief upon seeing his brother at the entrance. "Where's Little White Tiger?" Zake asked quickly, but when Zifan was about to answer, the sound of a broken glass was heard. The glass door was broken into pieces. They quickly went to where the noise came from. And there, they saw Snowy, who was crouched atop the table while the whole place was completely a mess. They tried everything to coax Little White but he wouldn't just stop, but luckily he stopped running though he was still unstoppable at breaking the things near him.

It felt surreal, and I needed to confirm, so I lunged at her. "We've been waiting for over thirty minutes. Why are you late?" Slapping her would put her in her place and dispel any illusions she had or wherever she borrowed those clothes from, but a force stopped me before my hand could reach her. My buttocks hit the floor painfully, as the source of the force showed no mercy. The man in the white suit reminded me of the rumors about the legendary Giovanni Dawson, the ruthless mafia don worth billions of dollars. He was also nicknamed the devil in white.

The nightmares were long gone. Meanwhile, in New York, the heaviest snow of the winter was falling. In the penthouse of the Whitestone Tower, the heat was on full blast, but the room felt as cold as a tomb. The once-invincible Godfather, Gavin Whitestone, sat alone before the massive windows. He looked much older, with streaks of grey at his temples. In the past three years, he had become the undisputed king of the North American underworld. But his health was failing.

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.

"Admit that you're in the mafia!" I looked up at the swirling snowflakes falling from the sky and screamed at the top of my lungs, "I'm Enzo Moretti, former special forces captain in the peacekeeping force. To hell with the mafia!" "Still running your mouth, huh?" Antonio snapped furiously. The blade sank into my skin, and blood immediately gushed out. Right at that very moment, a thunderous crash erupted as the compound's iron gate was sent flying by an immense force, making it slam heavily onto the snow-covered ground.

Gunnar asked as he quickly came over to help Eric to his feet. Eric wagged his finger at Gideon and snarled viciously, "He did it to me! Mr. Scarrow, do me a favor and break all four of his limbs! If anything happens, I'll handle it." Gunnar glanced at Gideon, but he didn't immediately jump into action. Instead, he asked, "Who are you, punk? How dare you beat up Mr. Gross? You sure are audacious." "You don't need to be wary," Eric shouted. "He's Gideon Snow, and the Snows are goners. There's nothing to be scared of. Beat him up!"