Gangster Princess Novels & Stories

“That just does not make any sense! She’s probably just lying about it. She usually lies.” Stella scoffs as I take her hand in my own and pull her away from the men. The two men take a step after us but Stella waves them away. The way they obey her command only has me more confused. Could Stella truly be the mafia princess? Has she held this power all along and just didn’t say a single thing about it? Why would a mafia princess, someone who holds so much power in the criminal underworld, allow a man such as myself to treat her so horribly? To treat her like the scum on the bottom of my shoe?

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.

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.

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?

she murmured to herself angrily. Heaving a sigh, she threw her designer handbag onto the velvet chaise lounge and collapsed onto the king-sized bed, arms spread like a queen resting after a tiresome affair. The silk sheets whispered beneath her, but they offered little comfort. Beatrice Sandoval was the crowned jewel of the Sandoval family, a model whose beauty graced the covers of international magazines. The cameras adored her, the world admired her, and the underground world feared her. But behind the flashes of the paparazzi, beyond the high-fashion runways, Beatrice exerted power in the shadows. She was a Mafia princess, a woman who bent fate to her will.

“That body is made for fucking…” I whirled on him. My eyes flashing. “Don’t even think it.” With a growl I turned back to watching the girl. She was beautiful he was right about that. All long blonde hair and wide eyes that peeked out from beneath the curtain of her golden hair and her curves were mouth wateringly womanly, but she looked so normal. She didn’t look like the daughter of a mob boss. Looking at her you would never know that she had been born Mafia Royalty. A pampered little princess who lived a life of luxury at the pain and expense of others.

“Babe, I have never heard of a woman not spreading her legs for money. It’s not enough, is it?” Before Rainbow could say anything, the gangster pulled out another stack of bills from his car. “Twenty grand, enough? It’s considered quite high around here. With this price, I can get myself a lesser-known fashion model.” Rainbow glanced at her watch. The person who should be picking her up was not in sight yet, and she was being annoyed by the gangster, so she was forced to move away from the spot. As she dragged her luggage away with her, the gangster stopped her once more.

Although she’s not as active as the other daughters in the Mafia given her predicament, her name has been tossed around meeting tables more times than I could count. Caterina Santelli? I heard she killed a Japanese Boss with a fucking pistol. Gian’s daughter? She takes after her mother, that lass. She can be as sweet as she is dangerous. I hear the Shotgun Princess just did the dirty bidding for her father. Shame she had to be Gian’s daughter.

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

The gangster said, “You all think that I am poor and ugly. There is not even a woman who would look up to me. I am almost forty now and I have never had a relationship with a woman before. Do you know how much suffering I have been through?” “I have long heard that rich, powerful and beautiful women enjoy boarding flights. Hey, I ran over to take a look today, and it really got me one of the best catches.” The gangster squeezed Anna’s cheek, and he was overjoyed. “Oh dear, this face is so soft, smooth and tender, and I can easily pinch it out with my fingers. It is far more tender than Auntie Lauren’s face in our village!” “I want to take her back to be my wife!”