Gangster Princess Drawings Novels & Stories

I enjoyed it too. When all the boxes were delivered to Prince Aidinth's room, I was hoping to find something that I could use to blackmail him to choose me as his mate. Instead, it was a bunch of drawings. On the backs of the drawings, were explanations of the drawings. I found one that would be of interest to another kingdom and hid it in my bra. But then I started running across some that were about me. She didn't even know I exist at these times. I tried to take those, because I could get in huge trouble if anyone knew of these things that I had done. Let's just say, I'm not always clean when I kill my fuck buddies. I like to make them suffer just like I've been suffering. Nothing makes m

he asked, a proud look on his face as he lifted the piece of paper further to show her. On the paper was a drawing of what looked like a sad girl with long hair, wearing a crown and with her hands all scribbled out. She was standing on a flat green field, a sun in the top corner of the page with a smiley face drawn on it. "Aw, that is so nice. Is it a princess?" Rose asked, looking at Max who instantly frowned. "No" he pouted "it's Uncle Fred" he said, pointing to what Rose had thought was a girl, but was just Fred drawn with his hair loose.

Once again, she only nodded, but to his surprise, she took the hand he held out to her. The callouses on her hand grazed his. Her working hands were much at odds with the pristine face she had. God, what he’d do to have those tiny hands wrapped around his- “Are we going in?” She stared up at him; he jolted slightly. Had he just been staring at her? The Mafia Don was caught ogling a woman. Shame on you, Asher. He nodded and led her inside, praying for the seams in his pants to work as they should. What the absolute hell was wrong with him?

I didn't really know of what happened to his body after that day, because Sylvester has refused to tell me anything about it, and believe me I didn't really want to know. I was still the little princess of the Muskegon’s mansion, as all of them hadn't changed at all towards me. They kept babying me all the time, making me feel babyish more often. And yes, it didn't take them long to forgive Fredo for his mistake, because in some way, they understood that he had helped in saving my life. And for the Muskegon:s basement all that was in it were guns, charts, daggers, all it was that should belong to a Mafia.

But I've always wanted things like that since I was seven, and wanting never got me anything except bruises and more nights to spend crying on my pillow. Alexei is a psycho, but he's also fucking smart around me. He stood right in front of me. He reached into his waistband and pulled out a small black pistol. Before I could move, he pressed the barrel under my chin. "You're the only thing of value we've got. The club's broken and our men are scared. But look at you, little sister," he said. "You're still pretty and young. Still useful." He pushed the gun up just a little, making me lift my chin until I was staring at the ceiling.

she snarls with contempt as she talks about the Camorra princess. She laughs at something he says, playfully smacking his shoulder. The ladies continue with the topic of conversation, my husband and the blonde on his arm. With each word, I hear about how Enzo, Stella and the Camorra clan princess, something territorial sparks within me. That woman just made it onto my kill list, the final straw for me is when she tries to put her arm around his waist and he stops her a second too late for my liking. “Excuse me,” I slam my glass on the table, it breaks from the impact making everyone gasp.

I said piecing it all together and realising why he made such a call, where he sat back a little sending me a slight wink as he went “Thanks Princess.” He smirks seeming somewhat cocky that I’d complimented him, but Baxter sitting back in his chair with a look of anger on his face told us he may not have enjoyed that. “Call her Princess again and a bullet will become very accustomed with your forehead.” He somewhat growls out looking over to Burn’s, who nods his head getting right back to work avoiding eye contact with Baxter while I locked eyes with him, a wink of my own sent his way before my eyes went back to the task at hand.

Mario stuffed André's mouth with a thick cloth on the spot. Dreidan ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He was just too drained. It was killing him. Inflicting pain on André was not helping out as he thought. The only thing that could help out now was to see and touch his princess. That was the only thing. He threw the knives down and turned to leave. Alessandro stood and followed him. "Hey man, wassup? You don't want to end his life?"

A loud grunt came from the sack. The gangster frowned and kicked the sack, "You are damn heavy!" Another grunt sounded. The gangster was not satisfied and he kicked him more. "Hey, fourth brother, don't start yet. The princess hasn't talked yet." The other gangster said and took a broken chair from the pile in the corner. He then sat up and massaged his muscles. Ella and her friends had already sat on the couch. "Release him." The gangster, fourth brother, opened the sack and dragged a thin middle-aged man from it.

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?