Mobster Novels & Stories

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I just do not want to go. I want to stay into this heaven. I do not want to go back to the hell of that merciless devil." I replied honestly. Yes, I was afraid of him but I was more afraid of going back to America. I knew once I would be there, De Leon would cage me forever and I would never get to live for myself. I would be nothing but a slave to him. I would rather become the slave of this mafia boss instead of becoming the slave of that devil. Hearing me, he just chuckled. That made me worried if he would soon send me back or not.

Mister suddenly realized that she had secretly been distracting him while sending out a beacon of bright green light over their location, and leading everyone else straight to them. "You bitch! I should have known that you wouldn't come alone!" He shouted as he shifted and lunged for her at the same time. Lucky for the queen, she saw it coming in enough time to get out of the way. Mister landed hard on all fours just inside of the open doorway. He gasped really hard when he knocked the wind out of himself by brutally slamming his ribs against the corner of a table that was sitting just inside the shed entrance to the left of where he stopped.

“I am Mbah Franklin known as Spiritus. There`s Emeka Lovett alias Moister, the guy who ruined his beloved auntie from her life savings. So as to bounce like a strong man business with the wife. Followed by Wanyu John Paul, known as El Tremor then Bejuka Clinton alias Brando. Popularly seen like girl`s choice, the baby sugar. The last person whom most of us don`t know and has never met is called Dark Messiah. He operates in the dark and in cryptology. We suspect is an important personality. He`s the strong man of the cartel. He knows us but we do not know him.

Yelling and stressing had Zeek in so much pain, and that added to his aggravation even more. "Caine is a nightclub owner from a bad upbringing. He has been in trouble with the law and Robert didn't want that on his family name," Mister explained. "His career has already been on shaky ground because of all of the cheating scandals and the rumors of him being a mob boss as well," Mister said. Zeek huffed and asked sarcastically,"whose f*cking fault is that?" Mister ignored him and kept talking. "Besides, it gets lonely up here," Zeek snapped his head back and looked at him like he was slap stupid. Mister ignored that too.

You must believe me. ‘I never said you have,’ the inspector said tonelessly. More silence followed. ‘You know ... I was watching this thing on Discovery channel last week,’ the inspector turned towards Rishabh. ‘Amazing stuff ... the honey badger versus the King Cobra. This badger fellow, he weighs about ten kilograms and his head rises about thirty centimetres above the ground. And then there is the cobra. Five metres long and a venom so poisonous, it can strike down a full-grown elephant with a single bite. No one confronts a cobra ... But this small fella, the honey badger is afraid of nobody. The snake hisses and bites but it doesn’t scare the badger. The snake goes into the hole and the

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.

I was fortunate enough to study information regarding monsters last night, when I felt like I didn’t possess enough knowledge about this world. And this, this... THING in front of me is the reason why I nitpick about the unfairness of giving informations about this world. I unconsciously heaved a long sigh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, can I? Saying from a side character’s point of view, or A.K.A, the mob character of this world that deserves living for the first several chapters, I didn’t have that priority over other main characters. “So...” I eyed the lifeless polar bear slash rabbit monster in front of me. This strange thing that the author came up with actually has its own nam

" I said. With the message sent immediate action was required! As I dressed to head off to send my message my mind drifted off to my mate. Uneasiness, was all I felt whenever my mind drifted off to her. I hope wherever she is no one is treating her badly else when I get my hands on them they would regret it. But now I need to focus, I will think of her later. In many times during a fight things tend to go wrong between the mafia groups. And tonight was time like this. “Let’s move out.” I said. “Yes boss.” “I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Daniel my right hand said.

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.

one of the thugs sneered. "Leave her alone, and I am still going to f*cking hurt you." My eyes went wide at Peter's dark, threatening tone. I had known Peter for an entire year, and this was the very first time I had ever heard such raw, lethal danger in his voice. The men lunged at him all at once. To my absolute shock, Peter fought them off with ruthless efficiency, throwing brutal punches and dodging blows like he was incredibly used to street fights. Right now, he didn't look like a gentle doctor; he looked exactly like a man who worked directly for a Mafia family.