Age Gap Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

Instead there will be action, technology and a few gore scene, not to forget explicit language romance (precisely erotica) 9) This is my first story in mafia romance pn Goodnovel.com and it is a stand alone novel. Although it will be splitted further into parts. 10) All chapters are 1.5k - 2k words. 11) As a reader myself I don't like unnecessary dragging, thus the chapters will be fast paced with fully developed characters. 12) Check out my other mafia themed narration imbued with tech and action on (Webnovel) ~ Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess

And that scares me. I look over to Rose as we trudge deeper into the woods and down the hill. She is my sister but we look nothing alike. Rose is an exceptional beauty. She has long bambi lashes and ocean blue eyes that even I can get lost in. Mother says I have soft hazel eyes but when I stare into the mirror, all I can see are muddy brown irises staring back at me. Oh well, I guess one beauty in the house is good enough. Anyways, a single smile from Rose's moist red lips can light up the entire household so her radiance alone is more than enough for us. And though she is a year younger than I am, her body has already matured with the curves that elude my petite frame. In short, she is a pr

If I can't win this war by resisting him, I'll win it by ruining him. It takes me exactly twenty-seven minutes to unearth the wedding-planner contact sheet in my father's study. He's so proud of himself, organizing this wedding like a proper mafia CEO playing house. I picture him bragging to Oleg over cigars and Scotch. Barf. I scroll through the names of the florist, caterer, venue coordinator, seamstress, designer, and even music director. Each one was handpicked by my father and Oleg, vetted for discretion and Bratva loyalty. Too bad none of them is prepared for a vindictive bride with a burner phone.

Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4)-Completed ***** Her Unloved Mate (Book 1)- Completed My Bride is not a human (Book 2)-Completed Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)- Completed Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Book 4): Completed

😘 Please also read and supoort my new book, Forced to Be the Mafia King’s Bride. It’s currently on this platform. This book is intense, steamy, and addictive. I’m so excited about it, and I would love for you to check out the love story of (Dante & Gianna) With all my love and gratitude, Oma Green 🥰

This is my second book and it is more of a Mafia romance, I promise you will not regret a thing. I am looking forward to giving you the best. Thanks

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

Conti, with his patched up face straining with every word, called out to the scattered company, with a low, urgent voice, which cut the sheriff in a dozen slices, and the mystery was increased when we learned that the stolen cellar books contained not alone a business account but personal records--birth certificates and old photographs and even letters of the deceased mother of Mantovani--and it was like stealing our souls of our very souls. I ceased pacing, and kneeling beside Mantovani, my hand to his knee, touching the warmth of his skin through his jeans and he looked up and his features relaxed a moment and drew me upon his lap, where I fitted snugly in place, his arms encircling me lik