Grocery Gang Novels & Stories

She paused for a while, waiting for a response. "Okay," I said, which made her continue. "The Mafia king and queen, we follow this tradition in our gang. We are one of the most dangerous gangs in the world. The name of our gang is Gladiolus. It means strength, and—" I interrupted her. "Nice name."

They walked outside the building into the yard, Leo saw some newbies training with gun, they shot clumsily at the dummies some few meters in front of them. Leo smiled, he remembered when he was like them. His first time holding a gun was when he was sixteen. Then , his father was training him to take over his mafia business. Leo never had a childhood, he never went to a park, play with other kids, win stuff toys or make friends with other kids except for Stephen who was his bodyguard. Leo's best friend was his books, his toys were his guns and fighting gadgets. During his free time, all he did was to solve mathematics, decoding programs on his computer, fighting and shooting.

“Did She say why she needed your truck?” Jackie furrowed her eyebrows and looked at me like I was missing something. “Isn’t she in charge of buying groceries for the pack house? She needs the truck to go back and forth the city. Okay now this was getting interesting. I knew for sure that getting the groceries was someone else’s job, not Greta’s. And if anyone was getting groceries, there had to be at least two of them because they would do a lot of buying and lifting. It wasn’t a task for one person.

"Good thing I suggested buying some flowers to decorate. Look, didn't we make the right choice to buy them?" I was silent. After being frozen in place for a moment, I came back to my senses. I realized they were my friends and the coworkers who had planned to travel for the holiday. Everyone was carrying bags of various sizes. There were vegetables from the market, snacks, fruit, and fish. I stared at them in confusion. "Why are you guys here? Weren't you going on a trip?" Before my friend could answer, one of my coworkers spoke first. "Halfway there, we suddenly felt traveling was boring. Then we remembered you had just moved, so we came over to eat for free."

"It's all good then, since we are here." The grocery store was a 24 hour Enterprise that was on one of the busy streets near Leigh's residence. Though the area was not as busy as where Creamys was located, it held it's own number of local businesses which included a motel, a gas station and the grocery store which they were currently at. "What are you going to use that for? Leigh stared bewildered as Willis dragged a shopping cart over. "Shopping. Is that not why we're here?" "Yes, but we don't need a cart. We are just here for a few things Willis, it will be obnoxious to drag a cart around for a carton of milk and some eggs." She tried to reason with him but he was already pushing down the

I got a huge smile from the girl working behind the counter and I smiled back at her as I put some money into the tip jar. I went inside the supermarket and grabbed a trolley. I might as well do some grocery shopping while I was there. I became aware of eyes following me as I walked through the family-owned store. I say family-owned because you could see the resemblance in their faces. They smelled like ordinary pack members. There was an older woman pricing cans and she bowed her head at me.

All that fancy interior design meant nothing against -112 degrees Fahrenheit. With no food stockpiled, they probably had to gnaw on their expensive leather couch. Driven mad by hunger, Ronnie kept arguing with Garrett until they nearly came to blows. Finally, hunger won out over fear and pride, so Garrett led a small group of neighbors he'd rallied and showed up at the front of the grocery store. Heavy pounding shook the door as the neighbors banged on it. "Open up, Milton! It's me, Garrett!" Garrett's voice was hoarse and desperate.

The tattoo made him a member of the feared gang, Gongbay. Gongbay was a gang with its octopus feet each in every illegal trade, drugs, prostitution, human trafficking, smuggling, money laundering, and several other poisonous fruits growing on the branches of the tree named Bay transport company. It started initially as a cargo transporting company but slowly came out to be the most powerful gang in the country. "Is this fellow here not on the guest list?" he asked blowing a shiver through the body of Bryce and Rever. Oriel saw the tattoo on his chest and spun her mind to recall the meaning behind the sign. Bryce felt the scowl of his narrowed down eyes on his neck and gulped the moisture dow

Don't get me wrong they do have their moments, but at the end of the day, we all sit down, eat pizza and watch tv. Loud cheers snap me out of thoughts where I see Marley running across the field, I have to hand it to him he is an alright player and he was also right about me coming to watch his last game. I still know absolutely nothing about football, but after the year or well few years, we've had we need to stick together. Charlie was cheering beside me while shoving popcorn in his face, I look at him shaking my head while he sends me a wink. Who would have thought it would be this hard, Loving The Gang Leader.

“We were talking about driving to that weird antique store off Route 6.” “Just don’t come back with another lava lamp or matching tattoos,” Harper said. Mia grinned. “No promises.” The grocery store was a battlefield. Carts clashed. People argued over the last can of pumpkin. One woman full-on shrieked when someone grabbed the butter rolls she'd been eyeing. It was barely noon. Harper steered her cart down the canned goods aisle, clutching the list like a map through war zones.Jaxon, in full ride-or-die boyfriend mode, stuck to her side with practiced ease, sliding boxes