Disney Princess Gangster Mga Nobela at Kwento

Obviously, no one messed with math class. Even the skippers! Elva offered to seat at the back row but Natalia stopped her. "It's okay, El. It's better I get less attention after what happened yesterday." She bit her lip, making a face. Elva wickedly winked and Nicky evilly chuckled. "Be careful." She worried. Natalia smiled and nodded before twirling on her heels. Elva was always such a darling! The princess found a seat at the back row and took off her jacket. Clad in black jeans and sneakers which she matched with a tank top and jacket, she looked nothing like a Royal. But a little, badass gangster!

She hadn't had an easy life, wandering outside our world. My parents' guilt washed over them like a tidal wave. To make amends, they poured everything they could into her hands. And Karen, as if she were owed the world, simply pointed a finger. My room, my cherished dolls, my favorite dresses, even my parents' love and attention—everything that was mine was now hers. Then she set her sights on Marco, the youngest, most promising Mafia boss in the city. She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée.

It had tiny hands that were so tiny they would snap with a soft pull and my breasts were out, only covered with printed, transparent, useless nets. At least I didn't need to keep up with the male voice that barely even changed and I was wondering how I even went unnoticed with it. It was great to talk freely. Weed, alcohol, sweat all welcomed us the second we walked in. Then the men. They seem to have been star struck as they all turned to look at us. I felt like I was starring in some princess show. The attention was incredible and scary. Obviously these men were terrible gang members with the evidence of tattoos, lethal fucking faces, and then the ones that are just straight up ugly and sc

I chuckle as I scoop her up and place her on my hip. “You excited, princess?” I ask her as she is taking in the main room with all the pink balloons and decorations. She claps her hands giggling as Boomer lays down at my feet. He is her protector. At first some of the men were unsure about him because of how he looks and his size, but he is a big softy with my girls. “Yeah, Rebel excited, party.” I chuckle at her as Ice and Blaze chuckle, too. They all love her. She is an MC and mafia princess. She always lights up the room and it is funny seeing my men being so gentle with her.

When I was wedded to him, I stopped my dreams to save my father's company too. And Sebastian... I happened to save him after he yielded a gunshot. No doctors helped him after learning he was the heir of Noir de Costas, an infamous syndicate group, known to be the government's lapdogs. "I can make his life difficult for you," he whispered with a curl on his lips. "Or I can simply make him disappear for you, princess." "There's no fun in that, isn't there? And don't call me princess." "Why not, kitten? You are but a stray with no owner. You should have left with me when you had the chance, Kierra."

“Who?” Lee asks, “The princess?” Cindy turns her dead brown eyes to him. “She’s not royalty,” she snaps, eyes blazing, waving her gun like she is hosting a TED Talk for jealous dumped Bond girls. “She’s just a spoiled brat who gets away with everything because she’s her daddy’s only living kid and men think she’s made of fairy dust and broken sob stories.” Lee raises an eyebrow. “I bet she has perfect cheekbones, though.” I elbow him. Or try to. It looks more like a sad shoulder shrug with intent.

Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk. “I never fail. ” But when he was alone later, staring at the city skyline, his mind wandered back to the princess’s eyes. She had looked at him not with fear, not with awe, but with something else. Resistance. Fire. For the first time in years, Jason felt something he didn’t recognize. Curiosity. And so the deal was sealed. Two worlds, so different they should have repelled each other, were about to collide. Emily, the Rose Princess who longed for freedom, and Jason, the mafia heir born in shadows, were bound together by chains forged not of love, but of power.

I saw it, and I think your American accent is quite charming," I replied. Ivan suddenly smiled, transforming his face entirely from a feral beast to a teddy bear. "You are the redhead who is messing up my brother's mind," he said as he stretched out his hand to greet me. Suddenly, his head tipped forward, and Frank stood behind him. "She's the Mafia Princess, you stupid dimwit. You will accord her the respect she deserves," Frank said sternly. "That won't be necessary," I said in a soft voice, knowing that the men heard me. Damon suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "This is going to be bad," he whispered.

They had a water fountain statue of a man who Miles said was his granddad, the fountain was in memory of him. There were flowers everywhere and they were properly trimmed to perfection, it must be lonely living here I thought and Miles was the only child. When we stepped out of the car I noticed the house was overly quiet for a party venue. “where is the party?” I asked. “There is no party Paige, it’s a dinner for the council members and the initiation of the new council member. Once you dine with us you remain a member till death and you are not to leak the company secrets” he said.

She points at her, grinning on crooked teeth, like an animal in a zoo and says, "Scaredy-cat Kachina! Shanta is way better than you! She's fearless!" "Shut up!" She shouts and grabs hold of her frizzy hair. "Hey! I'm reporting you to Shanta, my dear, Devil Kachina!" "You, crazy woman, where is the diary?" Her grip tightens. "I need his diary now!" "No way! You're the devil's sister!" She screams and spits pungent liquid at her. "Argh! The hell with you!"