Nama Gangster Novels & Stories

he said as he stared at me through the mirror. It turned out that someone spotted him at Matteo's funeral. He was the one, I saw lurking in the shadows. I also told Leornado all about the dreams I had especially the ones with Matteo in them. "What did you find?" I asked. "He made his own gang with fallen mafia members, they were a small group so it was easy to track them down" he replied. So a gang huh! A fallen gang?! "What else did you find out?" I asked. "Their gang name is Scarvengers" he replied as he removed a pin brooch from his pocket.

“Then, I’ll start first. Perhaps, you all already know who I am. I’m T the new leader of Venomous Gang. This is my trainers Captain, Cassie and this is my private assistant, Roy.” Cassie’s eyes widen in shock. Private assistant? It’s now made sense as to why she never saw him before. “So, it’s actually like that. I’ve been wondering who they are for a whole night.” The young man laughed lightly. “I’m Terry. Leader of City Goon Gang. This is my sister, Tania, and this is my right-hand man, Zero.” The man who had a scar around his neck said. His voice was hoarse as if something is hurting his throat, and his expression is even colder. Vale wanted to ask about his scar but thought against it. F

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, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

Jerking on the collar of his shirt, Nikolas ripped it down the middle to expose his chest and stomach. Gripping the skin, Nikolai pulls on it as far as he can with his right hand, then slides the blade through it with his left, cutting it from Sam’s body. He sobs, snot flying out of his nose as the blood pours from the gaping hole in his skin as he makes a lame attempt to speak. However Nikolas could understand it. He was ready to disclose his gang’s name. “Speak!” He shouts, pulling off the tape. “I am from the Night Rider’s mafia.” He finally announced. His body begins to shake while Ries fists his hands and thrashes in his chair. Nikolas threw the skin to the floor to rest at his feet. A

“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.

Her siblings still unaware of the tidal wave about to hit them. That was before everything fell apart. The embezzlement scandal. The lawsuits. The media storm. The betrayal from people they once trusted. It all happened so fast, the Narciso name collapsing under the weight of corporate deceit and public shame. Her father’s reputation shredded, her mother trying to hold the family together with trembling hands, and her younger siblings forced to leave school. They were drowning. And no one was coming to save them. No one… except for one name: Salvador.

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.”