Good Mafia Stories Novels & Stories

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

Everyone knows only a man can run a mafia. Perhaps she was put in charge because her father had no sons. But that was quite irresponsible on his part. Still, I would have thought he would have passed it down to a man. Regardless if he was blood or not. I am Ace Hernandez, the boss of the American mafia. At seventeen I was handed the mafia to control and to make it the most dominant in the world. Now at twenty five, I live a lifestyle which involved drinking, drugs and women. My mafia duties were not neglected. I was known to be ruthless and unforgiving. Step in my way and tha is the last thing you would ever do.

She questioned herself. "Aaron belongs to the same profession as the mafia gang, who killed my mother to take revenge on my father." She clenched her fist in anger. "Mafia people are very selfish; they can kill anyone for their own sake." "Ahh, the mafia! I saw them fifteen years ago. They were monsters. They didn't have emotions and killed anyone." Her eyes turned red "But here, these people are very different. Aaron cares about everyone. He knows what is right and what is wrong. "

“Unless the great Mafia Don is only good at ordering executions from behind a desk.” Drake’s eyes darkened completely, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his chest. “Careful, Donna. Your mouth is writing checks your skill can’t cash yet.”

Her brown eyes glow with desperate curiosity at the mention of the word ‘Mafia’. “So, would you say you relate to your Female Lead in any way?” The Interviewer asks, blinking in pure intrigue as she gets herself ready to latch and hang onto Gabi's every word, “Would you say that you have also found your own Mr. Danger? Your own Mafia Man to seduce him into falling head over heels in love with you? Do you have any real life experiences with the kind of men you write about, Miss Fraser?” Gabi laughs. God, I hate that laugh!

“Fine. What’s your plan, then? You can’t keep tiptoeing around this.” I straightened, my hands curling into fists. “Do what a mafia boss does best—find everything there is to know about this Henry. If there’s any dirt on him, I want it.” Xander’s grin widened, his fangs peeking through slightly. “And if there isn’t?” “Then I’ll create some,” I said darkly. I had reached my breaking point. I was tired of waiting. If Henry was the only problem for my mate to have her eyes on me, then, sure as hell, finally, let’s do it.

The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings. Whispers and rumors about the Russo family circulate in the wine world. I’ve heard crazy things—claims of immense wealth, ruthless tactics to stay at the top, raising their young to be bloodthirsty monsters, involvement in kinky sex, and even the curious rumor that the men spank their women. Despite their criminal ties, my business _ my money. The undertakers have a strong sense of morals, a mysterious brotherhood with a code that involves using their underground businesses to take from the rich and give to the poor.

Arriving at home, I rush for a shower after the shower, I laid myself on the bed with my eye staring at the ceiling. As tears begin to stream down from my eyes when a deep thought hit me. I was nineteen when I lost my mother. It has been two years since this incident happened. But that day was more than a nightmare when we were in Russia. I still remember that night when I was sitting on the couch and suddenly a group of mafia broke into the house and threatened dad. They through he was a part of the Russian Mafia, but they were mistaken. While threatening and blackmailing dad they killed my mother. Then after that day my father decided to move out from Russia, we came to France, Laon. Where

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

he threatened. " Story time little darling! Once upon a time there were two brothers, Logan and Jacob McCoy! Both born into the terrifying yet powerful world of mafia led by their family. Logan was the older one was definitely going to inherit the entire mafia but that definitely did not sit well with Jacob who found himself more capable of leading and was just a year younger, So he planned and married a woman of enemy mafia, swooning her in his love, creating a peace treaty between the two mafia. his decision so cunning, highlighted him in the eyes of his old man that he was now made the new mafia king and his older brother his servant.