Slime Gang Sign Novels & Stories

Kong shouted in torment as the slug hit him. "Kong" Slimmy and Nazaretha shouted and raced to where he was and afterward hauled him into cover. "Simply hang on brother, hang on" Slimmy attempted to propel Kong to remain solid. The white tigers continued to take shots at them consistently, there was actually no expectation as Slimmy and Nazaretha had likewise ran out of slugs, they just stayed there next to Kong trusting that the aggressors will attack the house when they notice that they ain't shooting back. Slimmy just stayed there grinning, grinning at how modest he planned to bite the dust even with every one of the powers he had, Nazaretha saw him grinning yet turned away and brought his

My father yelled over the table silencing her. Dinner was chicken casserole with a salad on the side with our choice of dressing. We ate in the sound of rough housing and yelling like every other night, and after dinner we all went to get ready for tonight. Our gang was called the gold knife, our name prestige us, all members of the gang had a gold knife engraved with the name of the first person we had ever killed. Yes, I have one but I'm not proud of it. I want to get away from here as far as possible, mom, Chloe, and me.

"Sliver Poisoning, I suspect. And there is something else you should see." We got to the scene. There, I see Liam's body. It is still warm. Meaning he died not quite long ago. There is some slivery liquid substance spilling from his mouth and eyes. 'Sliver Poisoning!' A mark is made on his belly, a spiral shape! An ancient symbol. The symbol of 'Revenge!'. "Anyone apprehended?" I ask. Feeling my rage welling up. "None. We searched everywhere, no sign of anyone or any trace. It was cleaned up, just his body." Darren reply.

And the clicking sound grew clearer, as if they were devouring something. The stench, previously only ammonia and Slime Lurker goo, now mingled with the scent of rotting meat—thick, fishy, and sickening. "They… they're eating something!" Lia whispered, her voice trembling. The tiny silhouettes moved closer, faster. Bima and Lia were trapped again. Behind them was the Slime Lurker fighting Kevin. In front, a swarm of hungry small creatures. "We have to go back!" Bima shouted, trying to turn, dragging his painful leg.

He nodded. “So what do you want me to have?” he asked, voice low. “A sign that I belong to you and you alone?” I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. “How about Nymph, right above your groin, since mine’s between my legs?” Grant’s laugh was rich and full, and then shockingly, he agreed. “Nymph, in italics, red ink, with a peach emoji beside it,” he told the other artist across the room. “Right under my beltline. Let people know exactly who this dick belongs to.”

"You will never be a gangster when you are with me. Just trust me, we can work together with the song you wrote and the contract you signed to will only last for one year. After that, you are free." "But you put fuck buddies in article three clause 2.1!" Greg chuckled. "Damn, you are a songwriter, intelligent sexy woman but you don't have comprehension? Read it again, damn it," Greg continued to laugh while looking at Lorry. She read it again and finally. She felt mocked by Greg. "Sorry, I just read the bold letters. But that fuck buddies is up to me right?" "Yeah, and please, don't call yourself whore. You are different from them."

(General Lucas) General Lucas who is widely known as a foodie, was in glee as he heard of these new discoveries. Actually, Aeternum might be the only country in Fantasma that has done a focused research on Slime, naturally it was thanks to my order, thanks to these every single Aeternums learned about these harmless blob of beings that were everywhere on Fantasma. Slime were always seen as a harmless blobs that were always acted like a pest, these thing is the one thing that no one seems to be able to eradicate at all. Everyone thought that Slime is just useless, but thanks to the none stop research by Aeternum researcher, people come to know about it a little more.

He was shaking his head and had a solemn expression on his face. "A sign?". Adrian asked. "FF. That's the sign, just FF with nothing more and it's always written with the blood of the victim". Mr Cassio answered. " Fuck". Lucas cussed as he finally reached for the table in their middle to pick and lighter. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag, puffing out the smoke before he spoke again. "They are pushing their luck. It's not the first time a gang is trying to overtake us but they never made it. They are bound to make one mistake or the other that would give them away sooner or later".

"Um," Wilson suddenly had a bad feeling about this name. Why was an old man like this suddenly so embarrassed. Seems like the gang's name was so bad that even the gang members would rather die than admit to it. "Why? It possibly can't be that bad." Charlie wasn't helping matters. Even Dash himself looked embarrassed. 'Does he know the name as well?' Wilson wondered. Then he realised they had stopped and that they all looked up in a direction. He looked in the direction and saw a big residential building that doubled as the midpoint for five interlocking roads. On the top of the building was a huge golden sign. It read 'Little Pricked Gang.'

Chapter 15 The Iron Fang’s clubhouse had never felt so claustrophobic, as its walls were sweating oil and whiskey, the scent of leather, blood, and gasoline pressed down on everyone inside. The long wooden table at the center was scarred with years of fists, knives, and spilled secrets. Around it sat the core of the gang, the men who bore the patch with pride and violence. Their cuts gleamed under the buzzing light, the fang emblem stitched across every back like a threat.