White Gangster Novels & Stories

（William’view） After leaving Chicago, I went back to the only life I truly knew. The life of a mercenary. Five years of comfort hadn't dulled my instincts. It was like a blade that had been kept in its sheath—once drawn, it was sharper than ever. I wasn't William Windemere anymore. I was 'Ghost' Noah, the king of mercenaries who called the shots in the black market. I reveled in it. The adrenaline of calculating trajectories in a firefight, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat on a stealth op. This was the real me. A man who lived on the edge of a knife.

I followed suit, revealing myself to his burning gaze. “Well, let her,” I replied as our lips met, the world outside fading away. At that moment, nothing else mattered—nothing except the here and now. To love a gangster is to embrace the unknown, to be ready to cross every boundary, to stand firm even when the world seems against you. "I love you, my gangster," I whispered between kisses, my voice filled with pride. He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a longing that mirrored my own, an unspoken promise of forever.

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.

Ruan Zhendong cast a stern glance at him, and then said to Ruan Zhennan, "Second brother, tell me what you're thinking." Ruan Zhennan said, "Now among the three major gangs in the Golden Triangle, the White Wolf Gang has changed their boss twice in just three months. It is said that a large number of people were injured in their fight with the Triads in the previous administration. Their strength is far less than before.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

He enjoyed his meal by himself. That gangster kicked the male classmate, and he fell down on the floor. The gangster spat coldly, “What a stupid b*stard! Do you even know who the hell I am? Besides, we know very well that those who know how to act prudently and sensibly are…” “Great men…” Another gangster continued. “Yes, that’s right! He doesn’t even dare to act smug in front of me. How dare you talk nonsense here! Who the hell are you?”

One of the men explained. Mr. Garcia observed the two they were both wearing plan black shirts and pants. Both were average height but you can see a familiar Snake tattoo with 3 swords sticking out of there left forearm. Before Mr. Garcia was a baker he led a very colorful life. He was a delinquent before he turned a new leaf when he met his wife. That tattoo was familiar belonging to a large underground gang famous for trafficking anything under the sun. "I am sorry gentlemen but I haven't seen any children coming into my shop with those description" He smiled at them "Why don't you leave some contact details and I would call you if i see anything"

I said after a while of ignoring him, he had a small smile and looked relieved that I finally talked to him. "Yeah?" I looked over at the people once again that were here before making my statement, I hope I don't sound stupid after this. "None of these people look...client-ish?" I couldn't find the word to describe them, they had tattoos that were peeking out from their collars and hands, just like Ant. Some of them had some on their faces, didn't that hurt? "That's because they aren't. This is a gang initiation Fiore, be on guard," this can't be happening now, I didn't even drink anything yet.

“Don’t worry, Lily. Is she the girl you’ve been talking about right? Go ahead and slap her now. I just want to see who dares to make a move! I’m Franklin Lockwood. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Don’t you?” Franklin flashed a smile filled with menace. The three gangsters were around three years younger than Gerald. Besides, their hairstyles and the way they dressed stood out quite a bit. To put it simply, they looked as though they weren’t part of the societal norms. But they were so slim. Gerald did not bother meddling in such affairs which concerned those bunch of ignorant youth. So he was about to leave soon. “Let me tell you. I’ll definitely call Jimmy over if you dare to beat me up!”

Stanley was flabbergasted. It took him a moment to process what Wilbur had just said and burst out laughing. He gave Wilbur a murderous stare. "Young man, do you know who this guy here is? He's Lightning Hank, the head of the Black Tiger Gang! They run Seechertown's underground scene. I think you don't understand what's going on here." "The Black Tiger Gang? Lightning Hank?" Wilbur asked calmly. He then added, "I've never heard of them."