Gangster Sonic Novels & Stories

My fucking cell phone immediately rings. -Well what the fuck happened?-Jaidyn -I offered her a contract as our official photographer and graphic designer. She accepted the offer.-Me -Thank fucking god.-Jaidyn -I did tell her she has to travel on your tour bus since yours has more than enough room for her to edit all her pictures and whatnot.-Me -That is fucking fine with me-Jaidyn

She leaned over Sasha and grinned at her in the mirror, “you didn’t want to tell me in private, you’ll spill it to all of us.” “Bitch,” she muttered under her breath and Chastity laughed at her. “Sonny’s grandson? Sasha, he’s not just a mob boss, he’s the mob boss.” Ginger, her bartender and bar manager leaned against the wall her arms folded over her chest, questioned her with wide eyes. “Are you brave or stupid?” her question echoed the sentiment Sasha had held earlier in the evening. “Stupid,” she didn’t bat an eyelash as she started applying her makeup in the mirror. “I shot my mouth off. It got heated.”

"Yuck! Of recently, he got his head ducked in some shit. Heard he has some rift with some gangsta..." There was an absolute silence that exists between me and Brown for the main time. Varieties of thoughts ran into my head at that moment. No matter who I tried to forget about that bastard! I couldn't bring myself in doing that because he's my only son and should be the next Capone in line. "Dig deeper into the gangsta shit! I want to know it all, their back supporter, godfather, source of living, street they stayed most and where they spend most of their time in, their addiction."

Black American,7ft 1inch tall,bald headed with tattoos all over his two arms,his neck and his left cheek. Studs on his two earlobes and a nose ring. He looked like a criminal who just got out of jail and he looked frightening each time he frowns. They say,he was once a ring fighter.Ice cold. Real name,Shawn Gomez. To be honest with you,I like this guy. As his name depicts,he was very calm and quiet. You could underestimate this guy but girl! You would be shocked out of your skin. Not too tall but taller than storm. He is good with the machine guns and long range guns. A former assassin and now,he works for Jake.

However, she could definitely cause problems for Sonnia. Hence, over the years, she had sowed discord among Sonnia and her father. To make matters worse, Sonnia also became more rebellious, during the new year, she went to another man's house to spend the festivities with him. She hadn't even returned home recently and started a relationship with a gangster instead. He's from the underworld? My *ss! He's merely a gangster. People nowadays have the courage to claim that they are part of the underworld. Based on what Sonnia has achieved, the best person whom she looked for ends up to be a good for nothing gangster!

The heavy ceramic crashed against the hard tiled floor. “Mr. Garvey. Nice to see you again. For a while there I didn’t think we would ever catch up to you.” Tyrone greeted with a shit eating grin. He donned a shimmering purple zoot suit. He held peanuts in his hand as he stood next to his henchman, Tucker James. And on the other side of Tucker was Ginger. He was pointing a gun at her and she looked pissed about it. Tucker’s large frame was dressed in black. A slim gold chain hung from his hefty shoulders.

"Hijacked? That’s such an ugly word. I prefer 'aggressive asset redistribution.' See, the Rust Runners Syndicate has a bit of a logistical problem. Our usual suppliers, the guys who bring us the good stuff, they got 'terminated' by those winged freaks you lot seem to be so obsessed with." He paced around us, his boots clicking on the floor. "We noticed you two were carrying some very interesting cargo. Mark IV sonic dampeners. The stuff that keeps you invisible to the big bad monsters. We figured, why should a couple of stray wolves have all the fun?" "You have no idea what those are for," I said, my voice slurred. "You’re stealing things you can’t control." "Oh, I think we can control ‘em j

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

A gun was drawn. "Don't tell me you're going to..." The Wolf Gang man smiled meaningfully. "I'm sure you understand. Well, you're right. We can't kill you because we need you alive, but that doesn't mean we can't kill the others, right?" Angie widened her eyes. "What the fuck? What do you mean, huh?" The gun was pressed against the nightclub manager's temple. The safety was released. Angie cringed as she saw the Wolf Gang man's fingers ready to pull the trigger. One small movement and the bullet in the gun would instantly blow a hole through the nightclub manager's head.

“What do you know about the Rocks? About Damien Rock?” Lucien sighs deeply, the sound heavy through the phone. “Damien Rock is bad news. He’s a drug dealer, a thief, and the son of a ruthless alpha. Gareth Rock is a taker. If he can’t take from others, he loses interest. He runs illegal gambling operations and extorts money from innocent people in New York. He’s constantly trying to sabotage the Silver Moon pack. We’ve been battling him over property rights. He’s vandalized three of our restaurants and sent his goons to scare customers away. The man thrives on chaos. You can only imagine what his son is like.”