Don't Mess With A Mafia Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

He said while I make crying face. "But why are you ruining my Sunday.. please leave me and let me go.. I can't do all this and I can't pick this heavy equipments.. please..." I said making a very innocent cute face. Anyone can gets melts seeing my face but here we are talking about mafia king "The Steve Ellison", he can melt seeing his princess but he can't take risk with my health so he simply says me to start workout now without wasting more time. I makes face and starts doing workout. Amy's pov end's.

I reached down, lightly brushing a stray lock of dark hair back behind her ear, my fingers lingering for a brief second against her soft skin. "Well," I said, my tone laced with easy warmth, "we don't owe you anything anymore. The scales are balanced. So see this as officially being part of the family." I leaned down just an inch closer, my voice dropping into a raspy whisper. "You're a mafia princess now." Nina rolled her eyes—a gesture that was so stunningly, effortlessly sexy it nearly made me lose my train of thought. "What?" she muttered, a soft, breathless laugh escaping her lips despite the dangerous tension in the air. "This life is dangerous, but... it's kind of fun. I think I'm slo

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

But with this message, they will know, that my reign is not over and they made the fucking biggest mistake of their life, a mistake they will want to undo. The girl may not know but she is in the arms of the Italian mafia king.

Ivan said. “He did,” Daniil answered. Ivan’s eyes narrowed. “Not the war he expected.” Daniil turned slightly, and I saw something dangerous in his calm. “For the first time in decades, the mafia world has leadership not driven by ego.” Ivan scoffed faintly. “Bold statement coming from you.” “This ends with him,” Daniil said, and it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. I stepped closer, voice tight. “Rosanna.” Daniil’s gaze softened for a fraction. “We bring her home.”

she pleaded at her husband. "I am not going to give up on him that easily, Katherine. I still have lots of things up my sleeve." Michael mysteriously stated, as he took a sip from his glass of vodka. Mrs. Montserrat helplessy walks away from her husband. She knows that he married a stubborn and persistent man, but she just can't believe that her husband will use their son as a tool to get more power in the Mafia world... =========================== "Do you know that man, Clarissa? He's been lurking around the convenience store eversince you came to start your shift?" Maggie, Clarissa's co-worker suddenly asks.

And if I'm right, their boss is dumber than I thought for trying to trigger Enzo this way. When I don't move fast enough, the man grabs me and hauls me out of my seat. I remind myself not to do anything just yet, I'm not Requiem to them. Right now, I'm just the girl with the big last name. The mafia princess who got caught lurking and I'll let them believe it before I fight back. I scream for a moment, crying for Igor not to let them take me, Igor must forget the plan because he steps out of the car, getting himself shot in the leg.

A low, dark sound. “Looking for me?” His lips curled, amusement dancing in his expression. “No one in the world dares to come for the Mafia Lord, Princess. Forgotten that?” Nuella scrunched her nose, eyeing him for a few seconds. Such a boastful, arrogant bastard. In her world, she had never imagined she’d be involved with a mafia lord—aside from her own family, of course. Let alone being tangled with the head of them all. Her father’s best friend.