Gangster Princess Novels & Stories

“Gianna… do you know anything about Hunter's former fiancée? Her name was Arianna…” Gianna winced slightly. Then she leaned back in her seat and sighed. “I wasn't working at the estate when that happened, but other servants talk a lot about her—compare you to her.” My brows rose. “So… what do they say?” Gianna grimaced, but I grabbed her hands, urging, “Please. I need to know everything.” She held my stare for a few seconds before clearing her throat. “Her name was Arianna Pelligrini, and she was a so-called perfect Mafia Princess. I heard she was beautiful, kind, and extremely intelligent. Everyone around claimed that she and Mr. Thorne were an ideal couple.”

She had her legs tucked tight against her and cradled her head in her hand, sleeping soundly. "What the hell have I gotten myself into..." he muttered. Asher Valentino, a notorious womanizer and cold-hearted man, brought a woman home and gave her this room. Nobody had caught his interest like this in a long time. She was the opposite of his typical type, soft when he preferred long and lean. He liked his women as model beauties, but she was naturally beautiful. She didn't need a full face of makeup to turn heads. Asher sighed; even with the contract written that moment, he needed information on the woman before him. Before he announced anything to anyone, he needed to make sure she was who s

My aim wavered, but I shot again and heard a dark laugh. “Nice try princess, but you are done for.” I felt my feet being bound and kicked, trying to break the hold, a fist crashed into my face and I tasted my blood on my tongue, the tang of it sweet. Eyes watering I swung my gaze to my attacker, I knew my eyes were shooting daggers, taunting him even now but I wasn’t one to back down easily. He spat on me again, and reached for my hands. This was my chance, rearing up I shoved my first two fingers into his eyes, clapped my hands over his ears hard, palm struck his nose and then drove my fingers like a dagger into his throat. He staggered backwards, gagging and I surged to my feet, freeing my

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.

"I am Prince Dylan, King Stephen’s lone child, and ruler of Stalwart Castle." On the other hand, she prepared herself and allowed herself the privilege of making an introduction. "I’m the most dreaded person in the gangster community, Adira, and I’m from another country." The prince gave her a close-up look while looking at her. "What’s a gangster, exactly?" "People who kill anyone who crosses their path are callous and kill with no mercy." He abruptly turned to face his father. “Father, who exactly did you hire? Why a criminal?" Her ability to perceive fear in his eyes.

“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

but because Marco was a good buddy,it ment good deals. whatever she was, a red light princess, it did not stop a crowd of drunken tourist , gangs who took possession of her as their dolls, robbing the good mother of a prize possession. but because Adulf Cain, by some mysterious ways was able to lay off this gangs, he was welcomed to her.

She wanted to make him pay. She is Ariella Gregory, the only daughter of Alder Gregory, the mafia don. She's a princess of the mafia world! She belongs to the criminal underground; she is a part of the gangster world, a life that she clearly hates. But then again, this was all before. She had just come to terms with the cold, hard reality of what she truly was, and she needed to embrace the only thing that could possibly make her feel like Elliot was still with her. She must accept the fact that she is a mafia princess because this is where Elliot will live within her.

He shall do absolutely anything to achieve and get what he wants. Well, Colton Cruz is even more determined than a fucking asshole like Vic Stone. So I patiently wait for my princess to wake up to tell her the news that I am sure she will welcome with open arms. And it is open arms that soon find their way behind me, wrapping me in a cocoon of her softness and warmth. “You should not creep on a man like that, princess. I could have killed you.” She only but chuckles as she leans in to whisper in my ear; I feel her warm breath lingering, giving me a shiver of pleasure shooting through my body, then she speaks, “You should not sit so much in thought; I could have killed you first.”

he was standing with his family, and they all stared daggers at me, I searched for mine and Alexander's family when we saw them, we headed there, Ella and Roman were there as well. "may I have your attention, please," Dad said. "I would like to announce to you some good news and that is my daughter, the mob Princess is still alive as you can see, so please don't treat her as a stranger, and thank you, " Dad said. I looked at Alexander with a smile and winked at him. he smiled and winked back, then I took a drink with my family, 15 minutes later I went to the restroom to check my make up, after I was done I washed my hands and then Jake entered and I stared his reflection in the mirror.