Arcana Famiglia Novels & Stories

Laughter echoed down the corridor. "Is she out of her mind?" "The Saranto family's trade network spans all of Europe. Who does she think she is?" "Maybe she's too shocked, her brain's gone haywire." Marcus also shook his head with a cold smile. "Aria, I thought you were just being willful, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of your own limitations."

Kelsier asked, "How could outsiders possibly get buried in our family cemetery?" The three arcane priests looked at each other, fingers moving as they did some quick calculations. "The Keating family's fortune would be affected when burial sites mix like that. It's really bad for the living family members." All three had studied this stuff in depth. It was too bad they'd only learned the by-the-book version. Unlike them, Aria learned her arcane knowledge through other ways, so she immediately thought of something. "That so-called priest wanted them to feed off the Keating family's offerings and steal their fortune."

She was officially in charge of the kids of some of the most dangerous families in the country. “Tell me about it.” Anya started as they stepped onto the deck. “Those fucking Andretti kids think the world owes them shit. Cannot stand Luca’s offspring.” Anya complained, causing Amaranthe to double over with laughter. “They’re Famiglia, and to make it even worse, Andretti Famiglia. These Italian kids have no shame, spending daddy’s money like it’s a never-ending flow.” she finished, taking a swig of her mimosa.

The strange man said, he is also using a pet name for Marissa. How did Marissa know this man? Then I noticed the tattoo on his neck. He is from a mafia family, the Caccini, second most powerful family after the Aldens. Alden and Caccini have been friends for decades. How can Marissa know the Aldens, then also be close to the Caccini , and the heir of the Caccini right hands will be here with her. How close can she be?. “It is fine Emilio, I will handle it from here,” Marissa said, stopping him. I am so sure he won't take a second to blow out Stella's head if she asks him too.

She discovers that her grandfather, whom she always believed to be a respectable businessman, was a notorious mob boss with ties to organized crime. Shocked by this revelation, Amari delves deeper into her family's history, determined to uncover the truth about their involvement in criminal activities. Along the way, she encounters old enemies of her family who are still seeking revenge for past grievances. As tensions escalate, Amari finds herself caught in the middle of a deadly feud between rival gangs, forcing her to confront the dark secrets of her family's past and fight for her survival in a city filled with danger and deception. Meanwhile, Antonio, still reeling from his uncle's betr

“The carving depicts a figure scholars believe may have been the True Luna surrounded by the four command wolves of a Sacred Pack. This book predates that carving by several centuries.” The names and faces came too quickly. Grant beneath the lanterns. Julien offering me his hand. Brax carrying pizza through a laundry window. Linc noticing everything I tried to hide. Four command wolves. I pushed the thoughts away before they could form anything solid. “What does any of that have to do with me?” Professor Mansfield studied me for several seconds. “That is what we need to determine.” She opened the cabinet, returned the book to its place, and locked it away. “Until then, do not remove the neck

The summit was held at the most opulent casino in Bellano, an architectural crown jewel owned by the Aureli famiglia. Beneath the glittering chandeliers, members of each famiglia sized one another up. The tension in the air was so thick one could cut it with a knife. Antonio Aureli, the Don of the Aureli famiglia, spotted me and strode over. His gaze was dark and hostile. "I heard you and Sebastian had a falling out, Isabella. I can't believe you dared to show up when you have no one to back you up."

Alessio said with a smirk. Don Vallerio frowned. Click. He let go of his spoon and it landed on the plate. “Manners, please,” he growled, low and husky. Aria’s gaze flicked to the cake on the table. There were three small knives on the tray. Her eyes darkened. “I’m sorry, sir,” Alessio apologized. Aria sat up and leaned forward, her eyes locked on the knife. La Deca Familia ha fatto la sua scelta. Mi assicurerò che Dante scenda all’inferno con me. (The Deca Familia made their choice. I will make sure Dante goes to hell with me.)

I turned to a group of men who were talking about the strange lady that had everyone’s attention. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” One said and they all nodded. “Yes, so graceful. Whose daughter is she?” One asked. “I heard she’s the youngest child of the ArcStone family,” another answered. At the mention of the name, my gaze trailed back to her in astonishment. The ArcStone family is known for being one of the wealthiest families ever known. Their name alone was enough to move mountains and anyone who was opportuned to work with them always lived to testify.

Damien said: I think he is very glad, in the particular way Marco is glad about things, which does not look the same as the way other people are glad but is the same thing underneath. Luca nodded, satisfied with this. He said: I am going to draw it. Aria said: Draw what? He said: The family. The whole family. Everyone who is official and everyone who is real, because some people are both and some are only real but real is more important than official. He went back to his dinner.