I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chris said. "I have to kill him if we want to keep him alive. I won’t forgive myself if I don’t finish this game of theirs, and besides, he is the person I want to kill the most because I believe he was the mastermind behind what happened to my father." She remarked. I had no idea why gangsters had to take lives to get what they wanted or to be free, the more lives they took, the more their lives would be in danger and the more enemies they would have. They had a habit of killing people as if they were nothing.

I started by asking a question that had been on my mind for a while. "Adonis." He began to swing our hands as he corrected. " Mr. Klaus." I insisted. " How did you come about being a gangster?" " I was wearing a banner that said 'gangster' when my mother gave birth to me." He drew a dramatic breath. " She knew then that I was destined to kill people and do all those gangster stuff. So, she dedicated me to a gang Lord instantly." He wore a reminiscing look on his face and I just had to shake my head at his silliness.

“Look at it, Penelope. I don't kill little children or abuse women. I don't agree with most of the ideals of groups like the Brotherhood. I work to protect these people, and they give me something in return for it. I'm not a Robin Hood. I don't take it from the rich. And I don't take it from the poor. I'm just ridding this city of most of the worst elements that arise to take away our peace. I would doubt it very much if someone here opened their mouth to talk about something bad about me.” "Maybe they're just scared," I went in a humorous tone, Dante rolled his eyes playfully. "Seriously, Dante, you were a good surprise tonight. I didn't think I would know a gangster who had children so the

How could I not get involved actively? "You know what? I wouldn't even be surprised if you're about to say something like turn the other fucking cheek or whatever, but I'm not Jesus. I don't really give a shit what you have to say. I've already decided." "I see... you're serious." I exhaled slowly. "I guess I can't escape becoming a gangster no matter what I try to do. I really did try my hardest to avoid going down that road again. Or maybe this is just the past life catching up to me. I've only lived as this kid for a few months, and so much bad has already happened since then. Look at all the problems I'm still bringing in."

"I know and I'll make you cum a million times only if you say please. " I wanted to remove that sense of pride that she had. I wanted to torture her with the pleasure. I wanted to make her beg me for more over and over again. She'd tortured me so much and I wanted to make her feel the same. I was delaying her release and her pleasure equally added on to mine. I was dying to get inside her. I wanted so much to bend her over and take her from behind. I wanted to do all those crazy things with her and the thoughts were only driving me to my peak. I wanted her to touch me. To suck me, to fuck me senselessly. And I was now so so hard that it even hurt. But I wasn't going to show her that I was th

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

I told her. She laughed at me. “Me too.” “They told me to stop joining gangs.” “Me too.” I smiled. “They told me I should stop to give you a better family.” She grinned widely. “That’s good, Josiah…” she said. I narrowed my eyes at her. “I love you.” “I’m pregnant.” My eyes widened. “What?” She chuckled before biting her lip. “You’re going to be a father, gangster.” Damn. Hell yes! --- END ---

Lucky him. I am not a hero… never been. I am always a villain. I don’t do good things just for other people to appreciate. I liked people to be wary, as they thought I was a bad seed from my honest and good politician father. I always ruin my father’s image, for he deserved that after he let his mistress live freely, even though that whore killed my mother. Yeah! I am not a hero. But now, I want to be one just to get the attention of Miss Pretty. Fuck that. I wasted my two minutes here standing without her even glancing at me! I am thinking now of punching the fat guy’s face for her attention.

The night sky above us was full of stars, and the city sparkled at its own pace. "You did all this?" I smiled. "Yes, this was our first time where it all began and I think that's why it has to be where it all happened. That day you ran out of bed in the morning, I knew something had awakened in me." "What?" I said with a curious look. "I knew it would be you, the woman of my dreams... I've always been a gangster, Emma. A guy who didn't care much about people and you could see that, but I want to be different."

"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."