Grocery Gang Novels & Stories

“If they’re willing to ride down an old lady and flip her off when she’s on a damn crosswalk, they’re definitely up to no good.” “They’re a gang. A gang that is extremely secretive and has left almost no trail behind them. They must be bad. A lot of people are probably in their pockets.” I don’t have to point that out because it’s pretty obvious. That’s why Granny chose them in the first place and spent a long time putting together her plan. “They’re about to get gobsmacked by karma.” Ransom cracks his knuckles again and heads back into the house.

Sometimes, I am really dumb, Don't mind my dumbness! Anyway, my first important mission is to gain more information about the gangs in the Northern Quezon College University which is my school now. I already gain some of the information. I figure that many students are attempting to join into an Unknown Gang except these three girls that have their own gang. One more thing, the three of them are the only members in their gang which is what they called the Triple A gang. They were good mafia but they were against the law. They kill and disobey the law, so obviously, they are still the government's enemy.

Following that tragic event, the twins lived with their grandmother. Every morning, Daryl and Damian visited their grandmother’s grocery store where the local gangs caused trouble. He and his brother teamed up to prevent the thugs from robbing the grocery store until it was time for school. One day, Daryl’s brother vanished without a trace. His grandmother reported the disappearance to the cops, but they never found him. The grandmother felt too depressed to maintain the shop so Daryl worked there after school. Sadly, it wasn’t enough to pay the bills. They didn’t expect to keep the store open. But one night after he closed up shop, his body and mind endured “the change.”

These were three good looking men, who decided to take on a journey together no matter what they may encounter. One would wonder who they were and why they became a gang, but life has thrown so many problems on them but they are determined to continue living through it all. FOUR YEARS AGO. "Breezy stop throwing away the carrots, they are costly you know. I used up my little savings to get you those." *Breezy neighs* "I know, it isn't enough but at least try to eat, I don't have enough savings for apples which are your favorite, but if mum comes from the market, she might have one for you, until then just eat."

I slide into the driver's seat, my hands gripping the wheel. "So," Finn says, his hand sliding over mine on the gear shift, his rough skin sparking against mine. "This is a grocery store?" "So, what do they call this?" Finn murmured. He was looming over me in the produce aisle of the Bayside Market, his massive frame making the industrial refrigerators look like toy boxes. He didn't grab a basket; he just tracked my movements like I was a puck sliding across the crease. "It's called a grocery store, Reyes," I snapped, reaching for a head of kale. "Try to keep up. I know the concussion turned your brain to slush, but surely you remember how to buy a vegetable."

Some people were so miserable they just wanted to drag others down with them. Whatever. I had better things to do. Like grabbing groceries before heading to Jake’s place. The grocery store was busier than usual, which meant I had to dodge people who walked too slow and couples arguing over which brand of cereal to buy. I grabbed a basket and went into autopilot—pasta, veggies, a couple of those pre-made meals because Jake and I were both too lazy to cook some nights, and, of course, sour gummy worms. Jake had an unhealthy obsession with them, and I wasn’t about to show up empty-handed.

“Betrayal.” The room seemed to shrink around the men seated at the long oak table. No one moved, no one blinked, each man consumed by the gnawing fear of being the Devil’s next target. They were part of the Morano Mafia, yet they dared to embezzle from the business, traffic women and children and sell drugs outside of the Morano territories. “If any of you weak c*nts decides to betray this famiglia and break Omertà,” he continued, his tone so venomous it could poison the air, “I will carve out the eyes of everyone you love the most and make you feed on it”

They got their money the easy way by stealing it or pushing drugs and she’d been worried about Nicky getting involved with them. This gang had lived on a farm just outside of the city. The whole place was filthy and dangerous with garbage and junk cars everywhere. The young men and women who lived there rarely bathed and the women paraded around in various stages of undress. The one and only time she was present had been at a party where everyone had been stoned out of their minds. It all came crashing down one night when Nicky was with another member of the Collective. They were going to a MMA fight to watch the bout between Sazon and another headliner, Vincent Cruz. The main fight was the

Zoe pointed out to me. "Why are all the gangs here mostly a 3-member gang?" I couldn't help but notice that similarity between all the gangs I got to see in the high school. " a group of 3 is the best of all" Mike changed his tone to that of a teasing as if he meant me and my gang. I could have strangled him with my muscles but then gave him my "shut up or else I will break your nose" expression seeing which he curled back to the old pussy self of his and Zoe laughed hard at his expression. These siblings were totally reminding me what feeling happy was in every moment!!

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.