Grocery Gang Novels & Stories

PASSION FOR DORAMAS. Cloe didn't stay in the office they usually met for long. Within the community, there was what they called the "office," where Sopapo, Cannibal, Gringo, Tulio, and her made decisions. Only a few people had access to the place. Many went there to look for them, but most of them would call Gringo when they wanted to arrange something, ask for something, or clarify any doubts about the gang. Before they lived together, Cloe and Tulio's house served as the "office," but now they met there.

(Grocery shopping ) Two hours later and Kathleen found herself at Marcos convenience store shopping for a tub of ice cream and lasagna sheets as she offered to cook her boss a meal, her hands skimmed over a bunch of bananas to check if it was overriped which was perfect to get a discount on even though she could afford it—it was a die hard habit she couldn't get rid of no matter how hard she tried. Grayson appeared out of nowhere with a boxes of prepackaged dumplings with excitement written all over his face, ‘Can you imagine this babe?? Who knew they made things like these??'.

Gavin said, massaging my head as I sort myself out. "I'm fine, head is just pounding." I said to him as I looked around. And as soon as I did, I realized that almost everyone in the supermarket was watching us. "Sorry for the inconvenience." I said to them then immediately pushed Gavin and our cart to where there were fewer people. After that fiasco, we managed to finish grocery shopping without any more hiccups. We check out and got into my car since we left his at the office the night before. My phone started ringing as we finished loading the groceries into the car. It was Zab.

Just as the tip of the dagger was about to pierce my eye, a strong and powerful hand grabbed the blade. A panicked male voice echoed from above. "Kelly, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Kelly looked over, her eyes filled with surprise. "Chad, why are you here? I'm dealing with a thief. She stole baby products from our supermarket and had the audacity to claim to be your sister. How disgusting!"

Ingredients for brunch. I was fine with being with Scarlet, but she was acting like we were only two in the world. Even the grocery store had no people. That was strange. “Scarlet. Where are the people?” “Oh, it's a help yourself store. There are security cameras everywhere. You buy what you need, and pay. If you don't show the receipt at the door, it won't let you out.” She explained, and walked further. Were there stores like that? With such advanced technology? I had totally no idea about it.

The mother held a baby while the father carried a bag of groceries in paper bags. “That’s awfully mundane don’t you think?” Leyland remarks as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel, Sol felt some shame at her impresisons of the Fringe. In her mind it was some sort of warzone, a collection of gangs and scrap farmers all out to scavenge each other at a moment’s notice.

My little Claire was still four months old and letting her see her mom as a nagging lady won't be fun at all. I got to the highway and immediately, I boarded a taxi to the nearest grocery store by the pack's east which was the boundary between two rival packs. The second we got there, I was alerted by the driver who looked so nice. I paid him his commission and without hesitation, I climbed out of the Taxi. "Julian Santiago" I mumbled, dipping my hands into my pockets as I stood before the grocery store staring at each brick that held it firmly to the ground. Well, it was like a normal grocery store to others but it wasn't for me and him.

Grace’s Mum said with tears in her eyes. “What weak and pathetic? I am not cut out for this Gang leader stuffs!” Grace said and Scrap whimpered. “You are much stronger than you know, your past is holding you back. There are violent gangs, I am not going to lie, but it can be one big family as well!” Grace’s Mum explained. “What selling drugs and people?” Retorted Grace. “Father phased that out of the American Gangs and Xan is in the process of doing that too. There is enough money to be made in other industries and the stock market. Only new gangs deal in that sort of stuff” Grace’s Mum said.

I kept my steps lively as I marched down the street towards the store. I only needed a few things. I jammed my hand in my tote bag and fished around for my wallet. I had twenty dollars and some change. That should be enough for some campfire food. I ducked into Grocer Outlet. I knew I shouldn't be here, but it was the cheapest place to get food. I darted around the aisle to avoid eye contact with my manger. If I was careful, I could get out of here without getting seen by anyone that would rat on me. I sunk in low as I waited for the manger to pass.

Arum said while munching on her siomay. “Huh? GGS? Handsome Werewolves?” I snickered, trying not to laugh. Arum glared and leaned closer. “Shhh! Don’t let them hear you! GGS stands for Garuda Steel Gang, not some soap opera. You need to memorize each of them. That guy sitting at the end? That’s Rocky. Everyone calls him Iky. Sure, he’s got a cute smile, but his mouth? Super annoying!”