Gangster Princess Drawings Novels & Stories

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.

Then I understood why those men called me Princess the entire time. What they actually meant was Mafia Princess? The heir to take over my father's business. Fvcking hell! That was what Uncle Danny talked about over the voice call. More news made me realize Papá was the modern version of Pablo Escobar, the famous drug dealer. He was known over Italy under the code name 'The Pill Lord' and was the most dangerous mafia man to ever exist there. Many unbelievable things I read about him. They say he was a killer, a rapist, a devil incarnate in the form of a human but I've never known him to be such things.

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

He pulled out a small bundle of trinkets—buttons, beads, a broken bracelet—and several crumpled papers. "Bingo," he murmured. Bella gasped. "Her stash. She hides things all the time at our place too." We all sat down right there on the floor, spreading out the drawings. Childish sketches. A house. A crying face. A stick-figure family. A swing set. Then my fingers froze. "Here," I said. "Look at this." We all leaned in. It was a grey, smudged drawing of an oval with a cross on top.

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

“Thank you, Princess.” I pressed soft kisses on her neck and unhooked her bra before removing each strap. I swallowed at the sight of her hard peaks and flushed tits. My mouth was watering at the sight of them and I was sure she could feel me twitch against her thigh by the look on her red face. “Don’t wear something revealing until this disappears,” I said to her and took the marker. “W-what?” she asked, her voice barely audible. I pressed the cold tip of the marker against her pale skin and moved it. She shivered and goosebumps appeared as I decorated her pretty tits and wrote ‘Daddy’s Princess.’ I kissed her nipple, biting it gently before pulling away to admire my artwork.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

He is danger on legs. The man has skull rings on his three fingers and he's wearing all black. Fuck, the way he's staring at me sends cold shivers down my spine. I sneakily lower my hand under the table and slowly take out my dagger. I am not making the mistake of being caught off guard again, at least not tonight. "So you are the infamous princess everyone is talking about?" he raises an eyebrow as his eyes regard every inch of my face and down to my cleavage. The stare makes me feel like insects are crawling on my skin.

“Enough. He’s not wrong. Which is why tonight we draw blood—not from Giovanni directly, but from the veins feeding him.” I spread a map across the table. Red ink marked Giovanni’s supply lines—the trucks moving his weapons, his cash, his drugs. “We hit his convoy coming through the west docks. Hard, fast, and we will ensure that there are no survivors. Let Giovanni feel the ground tremble under his feet.” The men nodded grimly. Jax smirked. “Finally.”

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!"