Stories About Gangs Novels & Stories

When she was done, she called Jodie in to dine with her… "So, how long have you known Kamala and Austin?" She decided to break the silence. "Since they came here" he answered shortly. "How did you meet them?" She was curious seeing how Jodie seemed to be more loyal to both men. "They found me in the streets when I had just been mugged. I was helpless but they did more for me and the other people that I can't even count" Jodie said. He remembered he was just a guy who wanted to be a soldier but had no means. Then he met his saviours, they recruited everyone they found in the streets or has been treated unfairly and created their own soldiers, nurses and doctors.

“This is is not what we agreed on!” Cohen stated angrily as he slammed the small brown envelope on the table. It was a gambling booth, were the guys in the street usually gathered and gambled, smoked, fought, or made out with girls. Most times, whenever teenagers take to the streets, the next place they go to is the gambling booth where they hung out with older guys who would take them under their wings. From there they become part of a gang.

I had already gotten a taste of the group's hostility, and I didn't want to experience it again. Brian took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes. "Let me tell you a story," he said, his voice low and serious. "That group of women, they used to be part of a gang on the outside. They were involved in all sorts of criminal activity, from robbery to extortion." Zoe nodded, her eyes wide with emphasis. "And then, one of them got caught and ratted out the rest of the gang. They all ended up in here, and they've been causing trouble ever since."

Grace’s Mum said with tears in her eyes. “What weak and pathetic? I am not cut out for this Gang leader stuffs!” Grace said and Scrap whimpered. “You are much stronger than you know, your past is holding you back. There are violent gangs, I am not going to lie, but it can be one big family as well!” Grace’s Mum explained. “What selling drugs and people?” Retorted Grace. “Father phased that out of the American Gangs and Xan is in the process of doing that too. There is enough money to be made in other industries and the stock market. Only new gangs deal in that sort of stuff” Grace’s Mum said.

The image of ruthless gangs he had seen on the internet instantly flashed through his mind—lawless groups capable of unspeakable deeds. Among them, the Shark Gang stood out. At this moment, Dean was certain: perhaps the Dragon Gang and Cobra Gang weren’t as savage, but the Shark Gang? They were wild beasts, untamed and without conscience.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

“Come on, you can endure this much pain” “I don’t wanna be a part of this!” They laughed. “Sit down, bro” I sat down and they sat down too. “Now, Max,” he turned serious. “You don’t have a choice” “Why should I even listen to you?” “You really asking me this!?” one of them yelled. “We are the most dangerous gang in the state. You don’t wanna mess with us” “How can you say you are the best?” “Gosh, Max” they laughed. “You see, we have the most kills. This year we killed 675 people. That’s the highest for any gang here!”

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

(Author’s Note: The Veyrix is not just a gang—it’s a storm cloaked in silence and blood. Their secrets run deep, and I’ll reveal them slowly, piece by piece. Trust the shadows—they always speak last. ) . . . . There were gangs, and then there was The Veyrix.