Novel Gangster Novels & Stories

“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

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

Spencer added only making Leith lose it. "I'm leaving, Adela I will give you a call." He said abruptly leaving. When he reached outside where Adela and Spencer couldn't see him, he threw the novel in the near by trash can. Garreth's advise was shitty, Spencer had taken it for himself. Now he would have to try Romeo and Juliet, he thought. He couldn't mess this up, Garreth would snap his fingers and send them to his father that was what the English Mafia was known for. It was their signature move. Garreth McCarthy as the Don and Spencer as the Capo they were a dangerous combination. He didn't understand what Spencer was doing with Adela-

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

“I figured you wouldn’t come if I asked. So I chose the easy way.” My brows drew together. “The… easy way?” The words slipped out in a whisper I didn’t mean to release. He nodded and stood. “Yes. And I wasn’t joking when I said Tobias was murdered. By a rival gang of mine.” The room tilted. “A rival?” My eyes widened. “What—so you’re really a gangster? Like… a street gangster?” He shook his head slowly, his fingers brushing his jaw. “No,” he said calmly. “I’m in the mafia. This is bigger than street dogs.”

LUCIANO Things were beginning to go wrong in my world…in this perfect syndicate I crafted for myself in the midst of these foolish humans. Lounging on a couch in a VIP room in my casino, I wondered what could be setting off the fireworks. I never had a reason to worry about turf wars, but now, it seemed like the recent move of a notorious gang into the city would be more of a headache than I ever imagined. Vale had broken the news to me early this morning. The gang was a group of bikers known to dabble in various murky waters. Ranging from drug and women trafficking, to petty political thefts that were starting to destabilize the economy.

Janus asked again, “What's the background of this new gang?” Angus replied, “The new gang is called Burning Angel. They're mostly African-Americans and some Latinos from Brooklyn and downtown. It's said that Italians are backing them. Now that the Italians are gradually stepping back and avoiding direct conflict, they don't want to give up this profit, so they're supporting a group of ruthless African-Americans to form this gang…” Janus asked, “Did they beat you up? Is that how you got those injuries on your face?” Angus said with frustration, “Yes. They came to collect protection money, and when I couldn't pay, they beat me up. They gave me a deadline of until tonight. If I can't give them

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . . (Imposter 2) Writer's POV "Oh! I forget that you can't speak. I bet you understand" he said after few minutes of silence. Tears gathered up my eyes. I don't really understand what my crime is here. Why am I always being punished? Oh Dillion! Even if you don't care about me, I hope you will set aside the coldness you feel and really save me because it seems you're the reason why this is presently happening to me.

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.

Said his name was Rome. Didn’t let him in. But you might want to call him back. —V Meekey froze. Rome? He was one of the old crew. Back when things were dirtier, faster. He’d vanished not long after she was arrested—rumors said he either skipped town or flipped. Now he was back? And looking for her? She felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck. Drew was watching. And now, so were the ghosts. Meekey exhaled slowly and poured herself a glass of water. Her hands were steady.