Slime Gang Sign Novels & Stories

I protested but she didn’t look convinced. She kept flipping through the pamphlet, running her finger over the strange symbol printed on one of the pages. “Carol, you don’t get it…. This wasn’t just a random design. There was a gang, back in the day, people said they used this mark and it stood for something between them,” She explained.

She pointed her index finger at the color blue that she has written. “I will choose blue gloves that contain something for my slime, as if it is ‘Don’t choose the wrong gloves’ so your slime won’t be ruined,” she explained. They nodded to her. “Okay then, let’s make a list for what we want. Do you have any game suggestions after that game?” Lumiere asked who was giving them a piece of paper to write down what they wanted. “Yes, I want us to do the strange pizza topping roulette,” Shanoa added.

That's the tattoo symbol of the Snakes and Ladders! I gasped, taking a step back. That person was a member of the most notorious gang in the neighborhood! Holding my palm to my mouth, my heart race increased and I turned to look again when the other man spoke. His voice was deep, cold and commanding. It made me shake a little.

He asked as he breathed out his smoke. I take off my jacket and my shirt to show him my tattoo of the Criemsons. The tattoo shows a blood sword that encircles with vipers and roses that symbolizes our gang or mafia name. I swiveled to indicate my identity while his ladies gape at me like the last cupcake in a bakery they wanted to devour. "Holy mother of great mercy" He grinned. "Now can we converse interaction?" I asked before I put my clothes in and I know his kittens will groan for consuming clothes.

"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.

"Which warehouse? There are hundreds of warehouses at the dock!" "The one with this symbol on it! That–that's our stronghold. He's probably there..." One of them rolled up his sleeve and showed me his tattoo. Each gang had a unique pattern for marking territory and their goods. It was unlikely for two different gangs to have identical tattoos. "Thanks. Now you two go get some rest." I punched the back of their heads, and they immediately passed out from the force. I took out the last oblivion potion I had and waved it under their noses. Ordinary people would fall asleep peacefully until the next day and forget what had happened the night before.

She was wearing black fitted leather pants with a cropped white strapless lace top and a black leather jacket. Her look was complemented by suede ankle-heel boots. Grace wrinkled her nose. “You’re going on date dressed like that?” “Like how?” Nina asked, turning around and checking out her perky ass. “I like it.” “You look like a gangster.” “Really?” Nina turned to face her mother. “Yes.. like a thug. Your boyfriend will be scared away.” Nina smiled. “It’s perfect then.” Her boyfriend was in the Mafia. She was sure he would like her badass look.