Second Life Of A Gangster Novels & Stories

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

His tone was icy, and Valentina felt the weight of his words. In the following days, as she was thrust deeper into the gang’s world, she asked trusted members who he was. They whispered his name in hushed tones, revealing he was the notorious leader of the Black Rose gang. “He’s someone you don’t want to cross,” one of them warned. “Just do what he says, and you’ll be fine.” As time passed, Valentina found herself caught in a world she never expected. She had become a Hidden Killer, trained to navigate the dangerous underbelly of the city.

And then he said, with his voice suddenly turning thick, "Not when you are in danger." "Why am I in danger? I am pretty sure I have kept a crime-free record ever since I found myself on Earth." " Good for you, Ruby. But this man right here grew up in crime." My brows lifted instinctively. "And that means?" " I used to be a gangster," he said without haste. " Used to be?" I crossed my arms. " So what? You retired?" His head danced a bit. "Yes, I did." "Why?" His head flew back a bit and his lips wore a ridiculous scrunch. "How come you are not mortified?"

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

I simply took the declaration of severed family ties they had once sent me, the one that held weight within the Mafia, and sent it back, unchanged, without any message attached. To me, all of this belonged to another lifetime. The Rossi family, the Corleone family, Vincenzo, Elena, my parents... all these people and events were left in the ruins of New York. I no longer hated them, but there was absolutely no way we could ever have any connection again. One year later, Sydney. I had my own small studio. It wasn't in the most bustling downtown, but it was in a convenient location with a quiet environment. The studio mainly took on high-end custom design and security consultation projects—I us

Not all unions are made in heaven and bound to be fairy tales. The Nepharious Gangster's lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt. To be continued.....

I shook my head and looked at Hunter. -Do not. He looked at me blankly. -No what? I raised my eyebrows as if it were obvious. -I refuse. I'm going to go to the police and get involved in witness protection. I pass these gangster rolls and shit like that. In the books it's super cool because it always ends well and the girl marries the mobster who leaves everything for her and blah blah blah, but look, I don't believe it. I'm a writer and I know that real life is nothing like that of books- I patted him on the shoulder and stood up- I'm sorry, but I'm going.

He is the most dreaded and revered kingpin in the whole city. Capello and Sanchez have been childhood friends,Capello delved into legitimate pathway of life by dealing in car sales while Sanchez who has always had the runnings with the law stamped his footing in the world of hard drugs acquisition and distribution.Capello discovered early in life that he is not cut out for the drug life hence he retraced his steps after a near death experience he had when caught in a crossfire between Sanchez’s gang and a rival gang in the neighborhood.

Your mother and I certainly won't be able to depend on you to take care of us once we grow old. Just like that, my things were stolen from me yet again. In my previous life, it wasn't until the moment I died that I finally understood—things that could be stolen from me probably never belonged to me in the first place, just like that award-winning painting, the art exhibition, and Mom and Dad's favoritism. There were still some things they could never steal from me, though—my inherent talent and ability to learn. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at my parents. I then nodded and said, "I'll let Jane have it, then."

In my past life, right after they successfully committed fraud, they immediately transferred their assets overseas and fled the country, leaving me alone to bear all the blame. This time around, I wasn't just going to stop them from getting the money. I was going to make them cough up everything they had already taken before. … Due to my unstable mental state, I was temporarily sent to a police-designated hospital for observation and further psychiatric evaluation.