Voyou Novels & Stories

I tore the photo instantly—no thought, no hesitation. Second photo: Connor Ivanov. Handsome, polished, with a reputation for charm and ruthlessness. I’ve heard whispers of his cruelty—smiling while orchestrating chaos. Third: Finneas Diaz. Quick-tempered, fiercely loyal to his own, and utterly unpredictable. His men would die for him without question, but the same loyalty could turn deadly if crossed. Fourth: Oscar Montoya. Older, experienced, cunning. Known for controlling underground gambling rings and shipping empires alike. Patience is his weapon, subtlety his armor.

Manhattan was bleeding. Vincenzo Moretti, in a fit of senile megalomania and spite, hadn't just invited the Russians in—he had opened the gates and handed them the keys. The Vory v Zakone, led by a cold-blooded butcher named Viktor Drago, had already seized three Moretti distribution hubs in Queens and turned a neutral social club in Little Italy into a charnel house.

Jerson nodded his head. “That sounds like smuggled goods. How did you get it, hmm? I’m curious,” Jerson said, his voice filled with sweetness. The burly man chortled and leaned closer to Jerson. Perhaps because of drunkenness, the burly whispered daringly with his lewd voice, “England. The Pierriatra Cruiser in Michigan Pier near B City. Why? Did you want to buy it? I could give you anything that they offer.” Jerson shrugged his shoulders and got the Spirytus Vodka. He poured the wine glass full and gave it to the burly man. He made a toss and acted handsomely as he pretended to drink his.

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

Another black SUV stops before the entrance, but this time, a lady climbs out of the car along with a man. “Pleasure to see you again, Alpha Richard and Luna Mary. This is my mate, Arielle,” Tyler says. “Pleasure to meet you both,” I politely greet them. “Thank you for having us,” Luna Mary responds. “We are glad that you reached out to us because we have also been experiencing an increase in rogue attacks,” Alpha Richard adds. His mate nods and the two bid us farewell before entering the packhouse. “What pack do they lead?” I ask Tyler after the couple leaves.

Stowaway. Chapter five. Aiden's point of view. I look down at our beautiful boat the Mary Jane; we named her after our precious Grandmother when I say our I mean myself and my three brothers, Noah, Jack and Carter. The Taylor brothers. We've spent hour after hour painstakingly restoring our beautiful Mary Jane back to its original glory, well apart from the few modern features we've installed, mostly the modern kitchen and the power shower in the bathroom. I mean we're all big guys and the tiny cubicle that was in there before it just didn't work.

Then she lifted his head and back, keeping him locked in the painful position. “Contine.” Violet said and stood back, letting Emily continue beating the man. Seeing that the women in front of them didn't run away in fear despite their presence, the boss of their gang said, “Ladies, what have my man done to warrant your punishment?” The one with a heart shaped scar on his forehead asked. His head was bald and he was dressed in old dirty clothes. “Little girl, who's this guy?” Violet asked Emily. “Tousen San, the gang leader of white Axe, one of the notorious gangs in Lagsu.”

“I'm not belittling you, young man. I just can't think of any reason why I should be afraid of you. You look like a nice young man and harmless,” His eyes widened as he heard what I said. I took a deep breath and introduced myself. “By the way, my name is Dane Steele, and I am the Alpha King of Lotus Pack. You are here in our territory, Greenwoods Village,” I said, offering my palm for a handshake. The young man looked at me suspiciously, as if he doubted my words. Even though his body is numb with pain, he avoids my hand offer. “D-Don't come near me!”

“What’s wrong Yovi?” But before the grumpy man can reply, a voice interrupts. “I will tell you what’s wrong. Our Yovanni here is workaholic and currently he is in risk of losing control to his beast because we haven’t had work to do in a week. Holy Moon Goddess! This piece is the most boring one I have ever read so far! Did you read yours Jecopo?” Came the deep and husky voice of Vittorio, his hairs tousled around in messy waves.

She kills people by stabbing them with her custom-made heels. Vittore Venturi – The leader of Fina Cosca based in Finauldo Island. He is a rugged-faced man who believes the world is grey. Nothing is wrong or right. Everything depends on perspective. The only goal in his life is either to become the supreme boss or to make one of his sons the supreme boss. His job comprises bid rigging and vote buying. Vicktor Volkov – The extremely tall, bulkier man who at first was Afanasiia’s bodyguard. He later gets promoted to Vittore’s consigliere. Everyone is scared of him because of his reputation of being brutal and loyal to a fault.