Gangster Princess Novels & Stories

A big necklace banner was hanging behind the stage which has fresher's party written on it in big size while on one hand the decor was of disco and on another hand it was of horror nd thriller. As soon as we enter inside, all the eyes were upon us, girls were drooling over me while boys were drooling over my princess who was looking damn hot. I glares the boys and puts my hand around her waist pulling her closer to me while my love was so busy in seeing the whole decoration that she doesn't felt that when my hand comes around her waist. I just shake my head in disbelief. She notices it after sometime and looks towards me. She doesn't say anything to me as she knows I'm more possessive for he

Beta Gavin slammed his palm on the table, earning us more audience from people sitting inside the diner, but this didn’t stop the female from talking. "I’ve been there, so if you think you’re something special, let me tell you, you’re not! He’s just going to throw you away once he’s done with you. You’re never going to be his princess, darling! So stop dreaming." She leaned closer, palms on the table, and I could feel her breath fanning my face. "Yeah, you’re fucking right! I’m not his princess!" I raised my coiled fist and hit her straight in the jaw with all the force I could muster. "I’m his fucking queen!" She staggered backward before falling into her ass.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

It passed a message across perfectly. "The fact that you think that you can make kneel before you is laughable. The fact that you believe that you can orchestrate some sort of half-assed revenge against us is pathetic and sad. I would have destroyed you even without all these restraints. I would have beaten you within an inch of your life because I am not the target you probably thought I was. I am Alessandra Rinaldi Zolotov, the daughter of the Head of the Cosa Nostra and the wife of the Head of the Bratva. You messed with the wrong bitch and I plan on avenging every single woman you have hurt."

He muttered as she sniffed. “You want an explanation?” He asked and she nodded. “Okay. Apart from being a Xanders family and having access to wealth, I do illegal things. I do money laundering, large scale drug trafficking, I sell weapons, sometimes I go undercover as a hitman, and other illegal things. I am a gangster, same as Scott and we are a mafia.” He explained. “You work as a hitman?” “Yes. Sometimes I am hired to kill people.” “Why?” She whispered.

The woman said Xavier hugged me tightly and said in my ear, "Don't listen to the ugly mean lady mommy you're gorgeous as daddy said," I smiled at him and kissed his head before saying, "I'm terribly sorry Mrs Whatever but let's get one thing straight I'm not fat and there is not anything to be ashamed of if I was and yes Matteo and I are engaged and we're having a child together. Now since you made the first unpleasant move why don't we start over? I'm Luna Aurora Williams Darwin. Princess of the Italian Mafia soon to be Queen of the Spanish and you are?" They all looked shocked while Matteo looked at me with lust and the other guy known as their grandfather smirked

I already knew where she was heading with this, and dread clawed up my spine. Granny’s eyes sharpened. “Mia, you ain’t saying anything. Neither is Kraven. I really want to know. You mean Giovanni of the Mafia? What does Kraven have to do with them in the first place?” My lips parted, but no sound came. Shame clamped my throat shut. Her gaze burned into me, demanding an answer I couldn’t form. “Wait! Wait!” She lurched forward, pointing a shaky finger straight at Kraven. “You mean this—” her hand trembled, “you mean this is Kraven of the Astor Mafia Empire?”

’ They sat her on the edge of her desk grinning like Cheshire cats, ‘You have earned the nickname of Mafia Princess because little half breed you are half Mafia and half Duchess, so we both think it is a very appropriate name and we will be using it too.’

“It was just an easy two hundred thousand bucks. I wasn't supposed to die.” “How were you able to end up here?” I asked. “I don't know. I was in the city, then I awoke here!” The lady screamed. “What is your real name?” I asked. “Lorna Moretti,” she replied. “I'm looking into her.” Ramon stated. “Whoa. She looked like Gemma enough to be her sister.” “See, I was telling the truth; now, please let me go.” She begged. I smiled and said, “It's okay. I just need to get this knife out and stop the bleeding.”

They make you think hell is better place than the Earth when you mess with them or their families and it's not a good sight. "Hey! Just get this over with" Leo said glaring at all of them. He might look like he is not even a teeny tiny bit interested in this whole situation. But, they all want and need the same thing. Iris Carmela Romano. The Mafia Princess. The angel and their sweetheart.