Gangster Queen Novels & Stories

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

“Which she gets to do because she is, as of about 2 weeks ago, dating the man who owns the entire Casino Royale. Silas Black. The cartel leader. The rogue who built the place from nothing and runs it like a small hateful kingdom. Your mother is the girlfriend of the single most powerful rogue on the continent, and he’s given her the run of his most profitable floor as a — I don’t know. A token of affection.” There is a silence. And then Queenie, who has been ominously quiet, sets down her tablet. “Ember,” she says, with enormous gravity. “Your mother is dating the crime boss of a rogue empire and running his prostitution floor.” A beat. “Girl. Devika is out here trying to date the entire con

"She's an experimental vessel of the Phantom Queen that came to a failure eight hundred year ago but soon became the advisor of the Phantom pack after the rebellion." "And she has this objective that the Queen's essence mustn’t get united again," Val declared, earning a gasp from Esther. We all looked at her in confusion but then she zoned out for a minute before she pulled herself in the reality again. "If that's true, then maybe she's the conspirator of all of these. If she doesn't want the Essence to be merged again then all she have to do is to stir a war repeatedly in order for that not to happen. And maybe she's also the one who encourage this taboo and rules between the pack to preven

“You cut me off.” Damn. I did. But that still wasn't a valid excuse. “This is not what I pictured,” I muttered, brushing invisible lint off my leather coat. “Oh, baby, don’t be mad,” Nessa cooed. “It’s kind of cute, no? I mean, you’re the Bratva Queen. You burn buildings, lead fights and leave bodies. He reads books. It’s poetic. Yin and yang.” Her other voice piped in: “It’s giving ‘please ruin me, ma’am.’”

The tallest of the three chuckled . "Why so soon? We just want to have some fun, I'm sure it could be fun for you as well". Panic began to rise in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Do you know who I am?", I demanded, "cause if not, I suggest you be on your way while you still can". My voice firmer now. They exchanged glances before the third man, with a scar running down his cheek, laughed. "Oh, we know exactly who you are, Isadora Gonzalez. The new queen of the cartel. Didn't think we'd notice you sneaking out for a midnight stroll eyy?" He replied.

I looked down at the gray, churning water, an abyss that had swallowed countless sins and secrets. I opened my hand. The black bouquet cut a stark arc through the air before falling silently into the cold river, swallowed instantly by the current. And with them, I let the old Isabella drift away. The naive girl who thought love could conquer all. The girl who hid behind her father's throne and tried to tame a monster with a gentle hand. At three o'clock that afternoon, in the top-floor conference room of the Empire State Building. The long mahogany table was lined with the most powerful men in the New York underworld.

She is my goddess and she is mafia so naturally, she is my mafia goddess. -Kane? - mafia goddess(Byanca) -Yes, what is mia dea?- Me -Just wanted to make sure you didn’t give me a fake number - mafia goddess(Byanca) -Why would I do that? Do people actually do that?- Me -Yes, people will do this. - mafia goddess(Byanca) -Well, this is me so don’t worry mia dea. - Me -Ok, well just wanted to make sure and say good night - mafia goddess(Byanca)

“It was different.” “It was hot,” Selena suggested and in response, my brows jerked with indifference. “Anyway, we have to talk about The Pretties.” It seemed her Mafia Queen mode was back on. “After the last attack I initiated, they went into hiding but they recently resumed their activities and it seems they have teamed up with a wonderful enemy of mine.” Her feet ended up behind me and soon, my wrists felt the sweet embrace of freedom. But, before I could get up and cover my nudity, the woman pinned me down with a strong grip on my shoulder blades.

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.

I confessed. Maxine started laughing. "Shit, U, what's going on in that head of yours. I would never lay a finger on you. Not me, not anyone else. You have no reason to be scared Reina." I jolted at the name again. "What does that even mean?" "Reina?" "Yes." "Queen." He replied. "I am no Queen." I corrected. "Oh, but you are. You are my brother's woman. He's the Boss, you're his Queen."