The Fun Gang Novels & Stories

‌ Vasky's nerdy enthusiasm shone through, "Indeed, it's like a complex algorithm, each of us contributing a crucial component." ‌ Vanya added with a smile, "And just a pinch of Carlin's cactus charm." ‌ Carlin winked, "And Cathari's ever-present sarcasm." ‌ Cathari chimed in with her monotone tone, "Glad to be of service." ‌ With the bonds of camaraderie, humor, and determination woven strong, the gang stood united. Each member brought their unique flavor to the table, forming a symphony of personalities on a quest for justice.

“She’s got a mouth like fire, that one.” “Shut it, burrow-butt,” she snapped sweetly. "Says a certain smallie that loves being hurled to the ground." Mangolia smirked. "That's not itt, you-" in the stead of completing her words, she pursued them, club in hand. Their laughters spilled across the air. Soon, the streets whispered about the little gang. The Farthides, as they called themselves, after Fremelin’s ridiculous creed: “Touch the fart of our hides, and we’ll have your hides!”

BELLE'S P.O.V After buying the mana building stone that I was looking for here in the south, we decided to go back to the mansion. But this time, we were accompanied by some of Hendrick’s friends. I didn't expect that he would have a lot of friends here. That is why we look like a group going somewhere. We are twenty in total, and we are all going to the South. I was surprised when I learned that they were all mercenaries. Despite being one, they’re kind, after all. They even treat me to a meal.

*** A REPORT ON THE ROWAN'S PROJECT. Having turned 29 recently, Slade Rowan aka the man after the people's heart has decided to build an amusement park, for the children of this great community... Aka the man of the people rubbish, Aka my ass, Aka a bastard. I read the amazing qualities that I wrote on my computer, shaking my head at myself. The man who was supposed to possess this hidden quality underlying what I just typed was no more than the son of the Devil, perhaps, the biological one. I'm just saying.

I added as I turned my gaze back to Tara. Tara reached out for my hands and gently squeeze it. I can see the disapproval on her face about our men’s decision but we can’t disagree either. We are a gang and we should do everything in team. Since then, all of us used to these kind of things until we are grown up. “Let’s just act like the way we used to. Look for the valuable things. Steal without getting caught. Let’s do it!” I nodded and we did not waste anytime and got ourselves out from the car.

“Don’t let them summon demons or anything.” “No promises!” Chelsea yelled as she stepped inside. We both burst out laughing as I closed the door. Fab peeked from the living room. “Yessss! The gang’s all here!” Chelsea dropped her bag and immediately kicked off her shoes. “Let’s do this! I’ve been waiting for this all day.” “You and me both,” Fab said, stretching like she was prepping for a workout. “Okay, ladies no sad stories, no gossip, no drama. Tonight is all about snacks, games, and giggles!”

Three teenage boys in letter jackets were standing up in the bed howling and laughing. “Ah, the vigor of youth,” said Graham, smiling wanly. “Just letting off some steam before the big game, I’m sure.” The truck passed an alley and then slammed on the brakes. Someone in the shadows had caught their attention. They backed up and the boys started chanting “FAG-OT! FAG-OT! FAG-OT!” at the darkness. One threw an empty can into the alley, and the others howled with laughter. “Sweet kids,” I said, as they squealed off.

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 98: organized chaos . Gianna tried to give the most helpless, hapless shrug she’d ever managed in her life. “I know he’s one of my brother’s friends. I guess you’re telling me he’s a member of Mariposa right now, but I really didn’t know. I just thought he was some punk kid who thought his stupid nickname was clever. I put up with him for the sake of my brother. No other reason.”

Brick gave the order to leave the bikes behind and Goldie along with them, despite her pouting about missing out on all the action. It was better to be safe than sorry and she wasn't going to come to harm on Brick's watch. There was no telling what kind of punch "the Zygotes" packed in terms of weaponry as they were a notorious one percent gang here in Canyon Creek and quite a nasty bunch as it were. Criminals, low lives, and thugs were what made up their ranks. it was also a well-known fact among the other M. C. that cooking and dealing meth was their bread and butter.

The false information would give them only a small level of surprise, if any, but if The Moor came through, they might have a chance. The plane took off early in the morning and a little more than an hour later, they met up with the other team. They stayed close, but divided into the four units they'd designated back in the southwest clan territory. A single vampire would cover two units. Each unit had its specialty - bears, their strength; Columbus's wolves', demolition; Brandt's, speed; and Nicolas's women would help if any female cats were rescued and also fight backup because the enemy would not expect it. The women were to appear as the cooks and generally non-confrontational - the wolv