Gangster Princess Novels & Stories

It is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together. They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

I asked Alessandro. "In that folder is information on our Princess." My eldest son Alessandro said which made me picked up the folder then opened it and immediately saw a picture of her. She looks go grown and beautiful. Her and Luca are definitely twins, they're literally a replica of each other but in different genders. "You finally found our Principessa?" I asked staring at the picture that was in the folder. (Principessa- Princess) "Yes, and she lives here in New York but she's also secretive because there's barely anything on her other than adoptive parents," Alessandro said looking at me with a blank expression.

"Can I asked you which one is your true identity here? The two women said that your name is Reena Gonzalez, but you are also possessing a passport with the name Siren Blanco Mendez. Which one is yours?" " I am Siren Blanco Mendez." The officer looks dumbfounded for a moment. Before letting out an insulting laugh. "Miss? Are you trying to fool me? I know that the last name Mendez can be heard anywhere. But using a specific last names as Blanco and Mendez. Are you saying you are related to the business tycoons Greg and Sylvia Mendez?" He was clearly trying to prove himself that she's just making herself a joke. "You wanna know the truth?" Siren look him in the eyes. "I am their one and only da

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

I was in the living room, handling some work, and casually asked the smart assistant to play some music. "Alexa, play some jazz." "Sure. By the way, just a reminder—four days from now, at ten in the morning, you're scheduled to accompany Sienna to her prenatal checkup." My hand froze midair. My name is Victoria. And I'm not pregnant. Jonathan was walking out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He saw the look on my face and pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I casually darkened my phone screen and smiled. "Nothing. Just a little tired." Jonathan kissed my forehead, his eyes tender and full of love. "Go get some sleep. Don't miss your birthday party tomorrow—you're the s

But all I heard was, "I'm sorry, Cecilia. Please forgive me." The gunshot cracked through the air, and I went down. Blood slowly seeped out. I watched Cristina run excitedly into his arms. They embraced, kissed, celebrated their survival and reunion, and then drove away until they disappeared from my sight. "Principessa, get up. They're gone. How do we make them pay now?" The one-eyed man helped me up gently. "Death isn't humiliation for the mafia. I want them destroyed and disgraced." I stood and wiped off the honey mixed with red dye. My expression was blank as I stared in the direction they'd gone. Our game was just beginning, Alessandro.

Not the paid whores. “Who’s she?” Candy snarled, giving Gia the stink-eye. I cast Gia a backward glance, worried about what she would make of this. But my pocket princess stood her ground, stepping out from behind me and readying herself to fight like some angry shieldmaiden. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare, blondie,” Gia retorted, clenching her fists at her sides. Candy’s eyes bounced up to me and then down to Gia before flaring wide with realization.

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!"

Faye's eyes dilated, "After I take that title of yours, let's see how long I will be a nonfactor?" The girl smirked. "Is that so?" Faye smirked back. "Yeah." From the crowd's reactions, I could tell these girls were highly important and way out of our league. "Don't be a bitch!" Scarlet snapped. She cannot be serious right now. "Who are you to call me a bitch?" "I am a Mafia Princess." She proudly said.

Sandro commented while his eyes gleamed when he imagined himself bathing in Viso's pathetic blood. "Not your creativity but mine, Sandro. He insulted me, Gina Moretti. I should be the one showing him how creative I am, don't you think, brother?" Gina said with a crooked smirk on her lips. Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess.