Nama Gangster Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fuck all that bullshit of 'You can choose your friends, not family', and 'Blood is thicker than water', yeah right! Since I've got this degree and my money, I'm going to start a business for myself and move to a different city. Where I'm not known for being the 'dangerous gang leader' who kills children for fun, which is not true! I want to be known as Mr Rossi, the businessman. A new man, there's always redemption, right? Away from the crime I was born into and left to by my parents when they died leaving me with a horrible man at a young age. He's dead now, no point in wallowing in the past.

Yes, the girl who looks like a boy is Saraswati. "Who is that bastard ?!" said someone, none other than the Dnakes gangsters. Who doesn't know the Dnakes gangster, numbering 5 guys who are famous with their respective charisma. Bryan Gerland the bad boy, Kevin G. Stevano the cold boy, Reza Anggara the fuckboy, Yovi Andrean Malik the playboy, and finally Dimas Prayoga the sweet boy. But one thing you must know. Even though their titles are different, they have the same personality that is arrogant and do not have pity for anyone. So no one dares to argue or fight the Dnakes gangsters.

My eyes follow him, nausea filling my tummy. “Wh-Why?” “There are two big gangs in Los Angeles. Number two is the devils. Number one is East Angeles. You can guess what I’m about to say next right?” he says, his eyes analysing my features. “Your name is Angeles” I mumble, peering at him.

But they were ours. “I was thinking,” I said softly. “Maybe we should start picking names.” Hunter didn’t answer right away. His eyes were on the road, but his thumb was still circling over my hand. “Yeah?” “Something strong. Something meaningful. But not too obvious. I don’t want our son named after some dead mobster.” “I was going to suggest Vito,” he said deadpan. “Hunter.” He smirked, then looked over at me. “You pick one. I’ll pick the other.”

He then questions caressing my cheek after we pull back. "I want to know everything." I breathe with my lips still touching his. "Like really everything?" He sighs and repeats. "Everything..." He brushes his knuckles upon my cheek and I lean into his touch. "You know what I do. Like you just said. Yes, I am a gangster, Nicole. A bloody gangster." He chuckles humorlessly as he pulls his hand back and my face falls at the loss of contact with his skin. I see his eyes turning darker with a serious expression masking his face as he continues. "I work for a gang called Cobra, which is run by our leader Richard Scott. We have several chains over different parts of the states and even in European c

Rowan clenches his fist and pushes the button. “Take him to room B.” Rowan states. “Next man what is your name?” The second man is tall and lanky. He has thinned blonde hair and a sunken face. Like he has used drugs all his life. “My name is Ernest.” He says shaking in his boots. “Look I’ve done a lot of things. I’ve robbed and shit but I have never messed with no kid. “Oh nice, a junkie with a conscious.” Raul mumbles from behind me as two of the mobster men agree with him. They are all here waiting for some time with these guys on my behalf. I shake my head no.

BIG KAI "He.....he got in a gun and knife fight on the streets." I hummed. "Shot or stabbed?" "Stabbed." I nodded. She lowered her gaze, sniffling. "Which hood you come from?" I asked. "Castlefield," I scoffed. "Marcel's hood?" She looked at me. "W....we don't call him that. It's Stones." she stuttered. "Mm hmm." "Call him Marcel and he....he will have you punished."

“Geez, Alessandro! Be careful! You almost shot Nic!” Who's Nic? “Nic? Nicholas Rossi? Is that what he goes by in the underworld now after I killed him?! Nic the dick?! Well, he's a dick and a lunatic so he deserves the shitty title” I laughed to myself. That was funny. I heard shuffling and what sounded like….struggling? “No, Nic, wait. He's not in his right mind now!” “I don't care! He's gone overboard this time!” “Nic!” I heard fast footsteps.

He was the kind of man they could probably describe as villains in a novel. “His name is Scarlett. In the Mafia world, he goes by Jax. Notorious drug dealer and a serial killer, his existence in the crime world had being a pain in the ass since we got no substantial evidence against”. Douglas tapped the red light. “This is where he’ll be tonight. His private club. Tight security, but tonight he’s only bringing a few men. We need to apprehend him.” Alex frowned. “But how, sir?. We got no evidence on him. And if we do he’s not going down without a fight”.

He had dragon tattoos all over the side of his neck and on the lips of his mouth was a thin stick of cigar which he ouffed heavily on. Luxander dextro Matthew was his name. The leader of ‘SEVEN STARS’, the most ruthless mafia gang in the mafia world and also his f*cking business partner. Luxander stopped infront of Gordons as he chuckled seeing him shiver and whimper in fear. His smile faded off as he placed his hands on Gordons shoulders, meaning business. “What do you say? Shall we sit down and talk?”