Grudge Story Novels & Stories

She always says that she would rather die than watch anything happen to me. I close the door, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. Leaning against it, I let my emotions pour out, tears streaming down my face. I cry and cry until my tears are exhausted, leaving me emotionally drained. At moment I realized that I didn’t just lose my family or my house but I lost everything. I was never going to Delilah again, I was never going to be Mafia princess again. I knew I had to find my path, to give my heart that closure it needs and there is no best closure than revenge which is why I took an oath to find out about the Maranzano family and ruin that bitch that shot my mom.

In the dark streets of the city's undeveloped areas, Patrick is alone in the search for a good fight. Koninklijk is an imperial city but some gangs are still ruling its borderlines. Patrick shouts, 'Hey motherfuckers, your death is here, serve him before you die.' (The attitude of this guy is the only thing that I like most). The old man (Boss of the secret gang - Gang of Red Roses) came out from an old garage and said, "Is there Robinhood? Kid, you should not be here, go back to your home." He just said this and suddenly his hand cut off from his shoulder and he screamed. "What do you think, what the hell are you doing? And then some more guys came out from the garage. Patrick smiled and sa

Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover my old account 🤣 If there's something you wanna say or like stuff, critique or somethin' like that, I would be very glad to read and accept all of that! ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ Story Update: The story will be updated randomly but if you're following me, I'll make sure to always post announcements about new chapters/revisions/updates etc. (I'm trying my best to write as much as I could if I ain't busy.) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this.

“Like that St. Louis thing.” A cold chill hits me. “That’s the thing. That’s the ultimate X-factor in this whole game. The guy holds a blood grudge, that’s for sure. I mean, he’s all pissed off at his old man for years and years, and he explicitly plans out an entire operation to murder him. He drives all the way down to St. Louis during his college finals week, stabs his dad straight in the gut, pushes him into a swimming pool to drown, then drives right back here to Chicago and takes his final exam the very next morning like nothing happened.”

"He didn't kill my parents. It was an accident." "Is that what he told you? And you believe him?" I didn't reply and Sean looked at me as if he was expecting me to say something. "Well then I have something that you should watch. It's going to be painful. But let me tell you something I love painful and hate betrayal. Which is why the imposter in our gang is no longer among us today." “You do realize that I have gun in my hand and I can hurt you." I said but he ignored my comment and continued to his table.

He even tried to attack his father-in-law, wanting nothing more than to kill him. If Rudolf hadn't dodged in time, he would already be a corpse lying on the ground by now. Rudolf was fully aware of how ruthless Griffin's recent strike had been. "You beast! What have I ever done to wrong you so badly that you would want to kill me?" Rudolf shouted angrily. Griffin raised his eyebrows sharply, his expression turning fierce, and said, "Old man, don't you understand the simple idea that a big favor can be as serious as a big grudge?

Jude answered as he lifted the jug to pour water into a glass. Grace froze, listening carefully as he went on to recount everything that had happened. She remained quiet, absorbing every word. “Now Seth Darven will be gone…” Jude finished, sitting back down and handing her the glass. Grace blinked at the water, then spoke slowly. “Have you ever heard the story of the Hare and the Wolves?” Jude frowned, confused. He shook his head. “What is that? Tell me.” Grace began softly, her voice carrying a strange weight:

The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out. They surrounded us and glared at the scarred man and his crew. "What's this? Did Mr. Amos hire another gang to do his bidding too?" the scarred man muttered. A man in his 30s stepped out of one of the vans and bellowed, "I'm Jackie Cruz of the Dragoons! Which one of you motherfuckers tried to lay hands on Mr. Grimwald?!" He kicked the scarred man, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Knox POV A voice cuts through my sleep like a goddamn knife, and I blink awake, the bed cold beside me. I sit up fast, already knowing what’s wrong before I look over and see Grudge standing in the doorway. “What the fuck are you waking me up for?” I snap, scrubbing a hand over my face. Grudge crosses his arms, face tight. “Because your little friend just ran outta here like her damn life depended on it. No shoes. Looked freaked as hell.”

The Dead Dogs would stay dead. Jake turned when the door opened again and Hudson walked out, grinning. Blood was spattered against his face and he tipped his head back and took a deep breath. “I like how you guys party.” “He’s fucking insane, Wrath,” Ink murmured. They headed to their parked bikes around the corner. Jake circled to where they were and led them back to the clubhouse. The gate swung open when Jake punched in the code and he felt more relaxed. Bandit, Nitro, and the rest of their fallen brothers had been avenged. Poison was scrubbing the camera footage, making sure that this wouldn’t come back to them.