Nama Gangster Novels & Stories

Yes, my brother is Pablo Denaro, who is the biggest gangster in America but has an equally terrible enemy named Bradley Carillo Castelano or known as Bradley de Ossa, huh, lame name for a gangster leader in my opinion. Recently, Bradley has been expanding his territory by buying up places and strengthening alliances with local gangsters, so my brother is losing out on the things we want to do. Thus, I pretended to be a local gangster, pulling him along as if to cooperate with him, but I quickly fired my bullets at him. It wasn't easy, as I had to sacrifice 10 of my men so that I could escape from there. Yes, I mentioned my name is Nicky and not my real name Paul, haha... I'm sure right now t

I asked with a high tone that made sure he was able to hear me. “Pardon my manners miss Sam.” the man said before getting on his feet. “In brief, this young man before you is known by many names but the actual name is Jaden Smith. A ruthless, wealthy, powerful, strong and an influential man. The leader of a mafia gang known as THE FREE FIRE.” he said using both hands to run from his neck to his waist as he spoke. “Now that you know me and I definitely know who you are, let’s get down to business. The whole reason why you’re here.”

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

He was not very familiar with this name. Ryan looked nervous. He had been living in Southland District since he was small, so he naturally understood the gangsters very well. He explained, “The Viper Gang is a group of gangsters that have gathered criminals. They are cruel and they commit all sorts of crimes. I Warren would be so insane to ask them for help. We might not have enough manpower now. It’s a little troublesome.” Gathering of criminals? Thomas chuckled. “Okay, we can take this opportunity to clean up the mess in Southland District.

I'm familiar with most gangsters, so just in case. ''He had long hair, an ugly scarred face, and rough tattooed hands. Oh, and he was dressed in traditional robes.'' ''Oh, that's...'' Nikolai recognized the gangster right away after hearing the description. Yes, he was sure...it was none other than Hester Roswell's biggest rival; Satoru Miyamoto. He was an Alpha gangster in his early 60s and was famous for his drugs.

The scent of burnt rubber filling the air. "F**k," Carlos hissed, slamming his fist against the wheel. "We're stuck." My eyes landed on the SUV in front of us, a bunch of men had already come out holding their guns. I knew who was behind it. Domenico Lancaster, leader of a small gang called Nameless. A few months ago, we had gotten into a confrontation with them over territory. Domenico was a kid who thought he could keep f**king with the big bosses. I had left them with nothing but a bruised ego in the past but now, I wasn’t even going to let them keep their lives. Not after this.

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."

Rough, tattooed men with reputations for taking what they wanted. She’d heard stories about the Iron Wolves gang that hung out at The Rusty Nail, a dive bar on the outskirts of town. Five of them were legends, Jax, the brooding leader with a scar across his cheek; Rocco, the massive Italian with arms like tree trunks; Blaze, the fiery redhead known for his stamina; Diesel, the mechanic with oil-stained hands and a wicked grin; and Thorn, the quiet one with piercing eyes that could undress you from across the room. They were all hung like gods, or so the rumors went. Perfect.

“Tristan Fuller…he was part of a biker gang. And so are the men that came around that day.” I sit up, the chips falling. “What’s the name of the gang?” “Smitties MC.” My jaw drops. No fucking way.

They’d grow up without a father… I could barely focus on what Owen was saying, but I caught the gist: I’d have to move somewhere new in the Philippines, change my name, start fresh. I wanted to ask why it sounded like I was on the run from the law, but he didn’t wait for me to speak—he told me everything I needed to know. He revealed the truth about the brothers I’d been working for. Levi’s full name was Lev Dimitri Romanov. And his boss, Sir Death? He was Psikh Vyacheslav Romanov—second-in-command of the Romanov Mafia Family here in Russia. In short: they were dangerous men. Everything made sense now, even though I’d never suspected a thing. For the first time, real fear washed over me as a