Stories About Gangs Novels & Stories

With that strong and powerful name, I can easily predict that they aren’t the good guy at all. “I haven’t. Who are they?” I ask. “It’s great that yo haven’t heard about them. They are the emerging and progressing gang which started from the little scratch. They were just some local goons before they started to magnify their business with underworld, murder, kidnapping and drugs. They even blackmail rich businessmen and try to get a huge sum of money from them,” he says. “But why are you telling me about them? How are they related with your life?” I ask as I fondle my fingers on his hands on my stomach.

When I say gangs, I’m talking about small mafias, gangs, larger groups of law breakers and anyone that pays good. No one knows my real name- to them I’m Sphinx. Weird? I know, but I’ve always loved ancient Egypt, so I thought why not. My friends and family are not aware of my dealings with gangs. They’re under the impression that I sell malware and software support apps to small companies. They seem some of the money, and by them, I mean my family – family. Strange things aren’t they, generally fucked up to say the least. But sometimes they put on facades. Like mine for instance, I live with my mother, father, and my little sister.

Travis’s POV I sat with Matthew and Marcus deep in thought. The room was quiet and the single bulb above us was swinging slightly. I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table focused. “I need everything on the Triangle Gang,” I said, seriously. “Everything you know.” Matthew looked at me and nodded slowly. His face was calm, but I could see the worry in his eyes. “The Triangle Gang,” he said, “was also called the Wolf Gang. They were the most dangerous gang around eight years ago, they went underground and no one has heard from them again. I thought they were gone for good and finished.”

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

Hector continued to look around many of Rome's citizens were peaceful people, living their day to day lives in harmony with one another, but there was a select group of naturally rebellious people that continued to cause havoc on the city. The gangs had always been around, and they have always been a problem. Despite the numerous attempt of each emperor the gangs continued to grow and as each year passed they became more and more violent. Hector worried about Trix. She was currently at the center of the whole gang organization, living in headquarters of a gang. His thoughts were interrupted when a boy was pushed towards him by two brawling men. "What is the matter here?" He asked. "He's in o

Each bullet was a statement of our determination, each enemy fallen a testament to our resolve. Amidst the chaos, shouts and curses mingled with the sound of gunfire. The room became a battlefield, its walls witnessing the clash of rival gangs. Our actions spoke louder than any words, our resolve unyielding in the face of betrayal. Despite their initial advantage, Mark and Robin's gang soon realized their mistake. Our training and experience proved superior as we outmaneuvered and outgunned them. They crumbled under the weight of their own treachery. One by one, their members fell, their defiance silenced by our relentless assault. The room transformed into a graveyard of broken bodies and s

I hadn't noticed that he had turned into a lone abandoned looking house on a street I'm pretty sure I had never been on. He parked and turned to face me completely. "They probably just wanted to prove a point." He spoke. "What point?" I demanded. "And don't say I wouldn't understand because I am so tired of Kaden and everyone treating me like I'm just some kid who wouldn't get it." Shark searched my face and there was something in his look that I couldn't decipher. He sighed. "Rival gangs, especially up and coming ones usually start wars with the gangs on top. And right now, that's Kaden's and Dylan's gang - the Black Wolves."

“When did they come back?” “Last night, I guess. Be careful with people around. They are too crazy to be cautioned.” Lycus hissed. The Black are a gang that deal with missing people but are also dangerous because they kidnap for fun as well, and they are always attracted to women. They are always involved in activity like rape. I hate hearing about them because of their disgusting hobbies. They always fantasized about rape. Which I hated more. My gang only deals with hotels and gambling and weapons with other supplies, but we don't hurt women and kids unlike them.

"Yes Jam, You're the one on my list who insulted Amira that I will repay." "WEH ?! You're scary to me! I've been kind to him too!" Jam said. "Yes I know that. You did the right thing Jam. I'm glad I met you, Amira's luck because she had friends like you." He said, "How was your life then?" Charlotte suddenly interjects. The two looked at each other and Ely laughed. "How! Tell me! You owe us a lot of stories!" Charlotte added again. "Dear Gangster .." It started and Charlotte and Jam laughed. "I'm the son of a Gangster, Gun man. Murder, all crimes committed by Papa. But he committed a crime against his heart. To rape my mother Arra, I lived in hardship. Unlike Amira who saw a luxurious life.

I was walking straight up ahead, my bag tucked between my hands, pressed tightly over my chest. I was walking straight ahead when I heard loud honking. At first I didn't pay much attention. But then they came closer. Their bikes splashed muddy water all over my dress. As I looked at them from the corner of my eyes, I realized the mess that I was in. It was a gang. I could see the one-eyed symbol on all their jackets. They reeked of alcohol and their laughs were sending a shiver down my spine. The gangs were basically individual groups that belonged to the underworld. But unlike the mafia system, they had no principals or morals. They were so savage that even the police kept themselves aloof.