best kingpin stories

The life of the underworld was something Ashley had dreamed of escaping all her life. Born as a bastard from an affair between an underworld kingpin and a prostitute, Ashley was meant to die even before she was born. The only reason she survived was that her father thought she was a boy. From a young age, she understood that if she wanted to survive in this world of violence—on top of her father’s wife and daughter’s schemes—she had to be useful. So, she made herself a promise: one day, she would escape this world. Ashley almost succeeded… until her father found her again and thrust her into a marriage of convenience with his rival, Dominion, in his beloved daughter’s place. Everyone in the underworld knew Dominion. They were cruel, organized, and simply spawns of evil. And the man who stood above that power, Luciano, was said to be downright diabolical. Just their name alone could make anyone tremble. And this organization was where Ashley now had to survive. To make matters worse, the marriage also came with a child — Luciano’s mute heir. Forced to become the wife of one of the most violent and powerful underworld organizations, and the mother of its future leader, Ashley made a vow. “No matter what, I’ll escape this place!” But she would soon realize it wouldn’t be as simple as that. Not when the feared members of Dominion clung to her feet, begging, “Madam, don’t go!” And when the mute stepson finally spoke, “Mommy, if you’re leaving, please take me with you.” Finally, her diabolical, obsessive, and utterly territorial husband said, “I’ve packed our things. Where should we go?” *** Chat with me in Discord! Link: https://discord.gg/AUqYr3hchA Follow me on Instagram - @author_bajj

I should’ve run. When the blood-soaked man collapsed on me in that alley, I should’ve screamed. Called the cops. Bolted. But I didn’t. I can't even say why. He threatened me yet I dragged him home. I disinfected his wounds. I let him stay, hoping he'd leave me alone but he didn't. And now? Now the devil sleeps on my couch, cooks me breakfast, and kisses like sin itself. He says his name is Kieran. Says he’s hiding. Says he won’t hurt me... unless I give him a reason. But the men hunting him aren’t just thugs. They’re ghosts in tailored suits and bloody silk gloves. Politicians. Kingmakers. Killers. And he’s not just some criminal. He’s the Kingpin. The one they whisper about when the lights go out. The one they’ve been trying to erase. I was just a miserable office girl with a boyfriend that was both a green and red flag, a family who barely registered my presence unless to mock me or demand for money and a life going nowhere. Now I’m in the crossfire of empires. My name is Kina. And I think I’ve fallen in love with the last man on earth who deserves it. But love won’t save us. Only war will. Other title: I Picked Up A Stray Crime-Lord please support me on patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cw/Rosesarepink

What do you think a higher-order world is like? In a world that places emphasis on individual development where everyone is devoted to cultivation, it would naturally be much more inferior in other aspects. Game consoles, DVDs, computers, massage chairs—these items are certainly not available. You want them? Sure, come in please. Roche Trading has a satisfying assortment of goods, fair prices, honest dealing. You want something special? No problem, all kinds of quality products can be found here… For group purchase, this way please. There are beautiful fairies at the reception and 20% discounts… Luo Qian is able to freely sneak away to the Human Realm unnoticed. Through his business of selling smuggled mortal goods into the Immortal Realm, he aspires to become the number one mogul in smuggling. With the goods that bring continued chaos to the Immortal Realm and a tribulation that awaits him 500 years later, what will become of him?

I was framed and thrown in prison! My honest, hardworking parents died tragically while seeking justice for me! After nineteen years of living an upright, law-abiding life, I finally see the true face of this world. "If others can kill and walk away free, why can't I?" "If others can treat human life as worthless, why can't I?" "If others can stand high above the others, why can't I?" "Since I have chosen this path, I will be more wicked than the wicked, more ruthless than the ruthless!" "I refuse to be second to anyone; I will only stand above all others!" "If I am to live, then I don't mind letting others die!"

Anya once lived a normal life, until her father was brutally murdered by unknown men. After his burial, she drove home alone, grief weighing heavily on her chest. She never made it. A violent crash stole her consciousness. When Anya wakes, she is trapped in darkness. Behind iron bars. Surrounded by strangers. Curtains open. It’s an auction. Bids rise. Voices compete. Her fear is treated like merchandise—until one voice silences them all. “Double.” The man is a kingpin. And Anya doesn’t yet know that he is tied to the truth behind her father’s death.

Title: Kingpin of the Shadows --- Synopsis: Born into the violent streets of Colima, Mexico, Alejandro "Lex" Navarro grows up in a world where power is currency and survival demands ruthless cunning. Gifted with a genius intellect and unrelenting ambition, Lex dreams not of escaping his dangerous environment but of conquering it. As he rises through the ranks of Colima's criminal underworld, Lex aspires to build an empire that surpasses the world's most notorious warlords. From mastering the art of manipulation to orchestrating international alliances, Lex's journey is a saga of betrayal, brutality, and brilliance. But as he amasses wealth and power, the shadows of his choices threaten to consume him. Will he achieve his dream of becoming the richest and most feared figure in history, or will the same fire that fuels him ultimately destroy him? --- please just read the first chapter and try it leave a comment and tell me what you think about it if you don't like it

Since becoming sworn enemies with the School Kingpin, he has appeared in my dreams every night. In my dreams, he's no longer cold and aloof, but instead gently strokes my hair and does all sorts of extremely intimate things to me. In moments of passion, he calls my pet name: "Jenna." I, too, respond with abandon. We started dating in our dreams, and every time I fall asleep, he's already there waiting. I've never told anyone about this, because I just thought it was my own fantasy. Until one day, the School Kingpin was caught skipping evening study hall, and the teacher demanded to know why he was ditching. He gripped his backpack strap, his tone lazy: "It's keeping me from sleeping." "What's the big deal if you get a little less sleep!" "It's keeping me from my dream dates with my wife." The whole class erupted.

The village sent out a notice saying the road was going to be widened, and my family’s shop just happened to be right on that stretch. The moment the news came out, the village party leader rolled up in his Benz, grinning from ear to ear as he told me there was “good news” headed my way. Our dear village party leader is notorious—a big bad wolf with a coal-black heart. Anything he calls “good news” usually turns out to be either a disaster or a complete shitshow. But because of his position, I had no choice but to treat him politely. I made tea, handed him a cigarette, and didn’t dare slack off in the slightest. The village party leader, Brian Cage—big forehead, thinning hair like a Mediterranean sea on top of his head, a pack of Camels in his pocket, and rolls of fat straining his suit to the point of bursting—wherever he goes, he stirs up a commotion. The villagers all act respectful to his face, but behind his back, who doesn’t spit and mutter, “Fucking upstart”? Brian’s famous for throwing his weight around and squeezing every last drop out of the people here. Not long ago, he even forced the owner of a small agritourism business into a corner, drove him straight to his death. And after the man died, Brian actually went to the mourning hall and started clubbing—literally clubbing. He showed up with a bunch of people in suits, blasted “Good Life,” and started doing that ridiculous horse-riding dance. The dead man’s family was so furious they practically coughed up three liters of blood, and one of them fell ill and never really got back up. A man like that? I really didn’t want him crossing my threshold. But sometimes disaster just flies straight at you, and there’s nowhere to hide.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"