Revolutionary But Gangsta Novels & Stories

She sneered and puffed up her chest. "So what if these people are some Kuda Gang or whatever? That's all just a stupid banner to disguise who they are. A bunch of scammers preying on good people! Why should we cave and give in just because they're some big gang? You don't get to be the good guys just because you have 'more power'!"

*bash* The gangsters in front of the purple-haired girl got overturned. As she continued walking for a few steps, passing those guys, Ravyn found about ten more people coming from the side alley, preventing her from going any further. Upon noticing more carefully, they were all wearing sleeveless robes on one arm, which is the signature of Single Sleeve, a famous gang on the outside of Themeise. Ravyn swung her fist at the offender next to her and snatched his club to block the stab from the other knife-wielders. She kicked a handful of them back, turned around, swung the club she snatched to open the way back to the ringleader. "Ho, coming back to me yourself? You know, I kinda into bad gir

Whіtе or black, thеу’rе all оvеr thе Brооklуn gangsta lооk. Chаіnѕ and knuckle-dusters, caps аnd fасе tаttооѕ, it’s lіkе a fаѕhіоn ѕhоw of сrіmіnаl ассеѕѕоrіеѕ. Whо does hе truѕt the most? I need to gеt іnѕіdе hіѕ hеаd. I nееd tо thіnk lіkе hе thіnkѕ іn оrdеr tо рull this оff. Wіth a grоаn, I look аgаіn аt thе clock.

Whіtе or black, thеу’rе all оvеr thе Brооklуn gangsta lооk. Chаіnѕ and knuckle-dusters, caps аnd fасе tаttооѕ, it’s lіkе a fаѕhіоn ѕhоw of сrіmіnаl ассеѕѕоrіеѕ. Whо does hе truѕt the most? I need to gеt іnѕіdе hіѕ hеаd. I nееd tо thіnk lіkе hе thіnkѕ іn оrdеr tо рull this оff. Wіth a grоаn, I look аgаіn аt thе clock.

Thus as thug as these gang member can be, they would never dare to act smart before these type of people. “Umm…sir?…what can a gang member like me can do to help you, good sir?..”.(Leo) Leo tried to be as respectful as he can be, unintentionally felt the need to beg for his life at the same time. “Me and my people want to trade in the Underground Black Market….we..bring a lot of good things…like these….”.(Bolgun)

"Then why were you afraid of partaking in this operation?" "Because I've never been involved in a gangster life, I'm always at war….." "What's the difference between a warrior and a gangster?" He interjects, cutting my words short. I smile, not knowing the reply to give to him. Obviously, there's no major standout difference, both have similar purposes except that they occur in different dimensions. A mafia fights for supremacy, revenge while a warrior as I am fight for the same but kind of for a collective aim which is for the benefit of the pack. It's more selfless than mafia fights.

“Highs where I feel invincible. Where I take risks, get aggressive, act without thinking. And then lows. Dark, crushing lows. Where everything feels hollow. Useless.” I stared at him, unsure what to say. “I’m not telling you this for pity,” he said. “I’m telling you because you deserve to know who I really am. Not just the gang leader. Not just the man who brought you here. But this—this mess.” He took a deep breath.

A teacher beating up a student? What if Dani and Yuri would get a hint that her tutor's a gangster?

But we know better—we’re angry men with unfinished business. The one thing that binds my trio to the rest of the gang is our shared resentment for society. People who know us whisper behind our backs and call us many names. The new breed of radicals. Misguided sons of rebellion. Some even compare us to the New People’s Army—because, fuck the Bishops. We don’t pretend to be clean, but they’re worse. They’re rot wrapped in designer silk.

"Do you have anything for pain?" Livia was still scared, any false move, that the gangster would shoot. She got up very slowly and took a few steps towards the tall man.