Don't Mess With A Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

"Then who the fuck told him to touch her. " Mila chuckled. "You are standing in the house of Russian mafia and still have guts to mess. It's called stupidity. " Michelle said madly. "You have got the wrong girl... If you think I will sit here scared then my foot... Don't forget I am a mafia princess and you can't touch me. " She roared like a queen and as a woman I loved it. She is beautiful and equally confident as her brothers. I could see the glimpse of Anamika in her.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"

Hello my dear readers! This is the story of a mafia princess who is forced to give her body to a Don who is also her father's friend. When she realizes that she doesn’t have a gap to escape, she is hell bent on making her tormentor's life as miserable as possible. She is a teenager and he is an experienced man of the mafia kingdom; but nothing in life has prepared him for the stunts she pulls in order to get back at him. But....is her body the only thing he blackmails her for?

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

She jerked her hand away from his grasp, pushing him aside. “Touch me again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head, Mr. Ruffino.” She declared, embodying the spirit of a mafia princess, inheriting her father’s arched brow and devilish smirk. His smile widened, reveling in the sight of the doctor-turned-threatening princess before him. “Gladly, but I won’t allow you to be on your own,” he countered.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

The Mafia’s Spitfire! Zeus Moskova kidnapped Cheryl the Mafia princess of one of his enemies from her city and brought her back to his territory. This was all part of his game, a grand scheme to bring the Camorra to their knees but instead he finds himself captivated and enticed into a love and hate tussle with his spitfire red head mafia princess. Cheryl's P.O.V "I want to know what’s going on in your head,” Zeus said staring at her. It's been almost three months since she was snatched from her home.

Just then, my princess, move but inches forward to the seven men that are watching her as they are trembling, “Now, I suggest that we all drop our guns and have a decent meal.” Then there is a clever ass mouth that feels the need to say something, “You are just a girl with a gun in her hand. Do you even know how to use that thing?” I watch as my princess only laughs and gives me a slight wink, then she turns back to him, “This girl is Cassandra Cummings, and my father, Joseph, I am sure if he could talk, he would tell you that I know exactly how to use this thing.” But if I think that would make the fool back down, he only but raises his gun higher and start to break out in a fit of uncontro