Pregnant Gangster Novels & Stories

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.

Alex "I don't want you to have a gun" she demanded and I fell silent. How can I not have a gun? I am the leader of my gang. It's my responsibility to keep my people safe. How's that possible without a gun? "I'll not force you, you know?" she said and I looked at her. She was close to me right now. "But if you really choose your gun, don't force me either" I didn't reply. I couldn't. It was such a difficult choice for me.

His apartment door was kicked opened. “Who are you?” Gia carefully sits back down on the chair. The six men stood confused looking at the pregnant woman. The way she just looked at them makes them feel embarrassed slowly lowering their guns. One of the men step forward looking into her direct eyes. “I am asking again, what do you want?” “My Boss send us. We are looking a guy.” The one man said. “What is his name?” she asks in her soft voice. Her hands keep brushing over her stomach. It was clear the baby was restless.

Having sex with Edward Jones made it feel like I just had sex with Hawk Andrews but in a very different way. I just can't help it, all I see when I look at Edward Jones is Hawk Andrews. I know I was scarred already. Part of me knew this would always happen. I wish I could find love, I know Alphonso won't want me. Who in his right mind will want to be with a pregnant girl. I am sure Edward Jones would not want to be with me if he ever finds out I am pregnant. But I was going to enjoy this while it lasts.

she begged. He violently released her grip and faced her. "Do you need a baby or do you need me? You know, Tallulah, I'm trying to understand you despite what you've done but this, I can't take it all anymore. If you think that because you're pregnant, you can have me, you're wrong because I won't tie myself to a woman like you. You don't deserve a man like me, remember that, I deserve better than you." Gael was about to spit on her.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Maxime's and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, let go of your hands." Angie didn't care. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. The man standing next to her was no ordinary man. He was a mysterious gangster who apparently could kill her whenever he wanted. Angie didn't know where her fear was going. "Why are you so reluctant to touch me? You must want my body, too." Angie's words were so direct. The hostess who served them was surprised how easily Angie could say such a sentence.

" You are going with me to Paco's. He asked me to take you to meet her.” And he didn't smile. Gringo also looked worried and serious, and she only learned inside the car that Paco, the most powerful gangster around, the cruelest guy she had ever heard of, had heard, had gotten to know, that Tulio, his sidekick, was not only living with a girl, but was in love.

"I don't know where he is. Please, let me go.” “Let me speak, girl,” the first man threatened. “We know he skipped town. But you see… he owes us a lot of money. And we don't loan money without collateral or a guarantor. Antonio signed your name as his guarantor. So you see why we're here, pretty face?” What?! My blood ran completely cold. I was his guarantor. His collateral. “No… you're lying!” I whispered, but the men just burst out laughing. "I haven't seen that man in years," I pleaded, tears spilling over. "He abandoned me and my sick mother. I don't know where he is!"

You know you are one of ma paradise, shawty," he said, kissing my knuckles again. "One of?" "A lot of things make a gangster's paradise, baby. Money, guns, power, and his beautiful queen, which is you, baby." He said, kissing my knuckles again. My heart fluttered again. "I can't get the sex outta my head," he said. Me neither. "That the...." He coughed, making me furrow my brows. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I think I got a little cold but I'll be fine. Nothing a smoke or two can't solve," he said, winking.

"Where the hell is the waitress?" "Keep your voice down," Miguel remarked. The Miami syndicate was well known for their brutal tactics, but certainly none greater than those in New York. Still, the Garcia family was highly respected among the various kingpins. I took a sip of my drink, keeping my own rage at bay, noticing that the fifth in our group was paying zero attention, preferring to text on his phone, no doubt to his agent. Kelan Rock preferred his life as a movie star to accepting his role as the up and coming Don of Los Angeles. I had a feeling the man would have a difficult road in the future.