Haikyuu Mafia Novels & Stories

"You want to know what's the coolest?" Seira nodded quickly. "All four packs rule their Mafia syndicate," Seira's mouth hit the floor. "Mafia?!!" She exclaimed. "Like in the books, that's so freaking cool!" "What are you talking about so close?" Hunter ambled into the kitchen, ignoring the duo as he walked over to the fridge, getting himself a bottle of water.

The information about being the heiress of this mysterious mafia organization was a lot to process. If my life were not at stake, would I have known everything about this? Would I have known that my parents built up a dangerous mafia organization where bad people chased them? And now that they are gone, I will take over? What the actual fu-? “Minerva,” I heard Karlo’s voice behind me, but I still did not turn to where he was. “We will leave now.” “I think I’m going to throw up first. Where’s the powder room?” I asked before standing up and confronting him. “Or is it kind of a portal again where I know that my parents are secret aliens and we are going to conquer the humans in this fucked up

He demanded, as he stood on a little stage by the left hand side of the room. "A All of you are somehow apart of our mafia, whether it's from being apart of the main branch or being an affiliate" Kai was almost reminding them. "So, remind me of our most definite rules" Kai grinned with a sadistic smile. "Our mafia before love, Our mafia before life, The only way out, is to die" I chanted along with Dante and Kaylo who had joined us. The chant was a little cliche in my opinion but it made Kai ecstatic.

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

In the morning, we would finally see Marina and Harry face justice for their crimes. I never thought I would be saying this, but I no longer cared about my father’s money in the slightest. If he wanted to give it all to Harry, then fine; but my goals now laid in doing what was right, which was to finally, hopefully, begin to dismantle the mafia here in this city.

Celine gave Annie a cold look, then she spoke. "Annie, what you said is giving me a headache. I will forgive your stupidity, I won't kill you, but I will cut your tongue. You have two choices. The first choice is that Zane will cut your tongue, and the second choice is that he will cut your throat. Which option do you choose?"

Her robe was drawn tightly around her thin frame, her dark hair streaked with silver, her eyes searching her daughter’s face for answers. Elena forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mama.” Her mother frowned, unconvinced, but said nothing as Elena stepped inside. The warmth of home wrapped around her, smelling faintly of soap and the stew her mother had made earlier. Her little brother was asleep on the couch, his head lolling against the armrest, a comic book slipping from his hand. Elena’s chest tightened. She carefully tucked a blanket over him and brushed the hair from his forehead. He was only twelve. Too young to carry the weight of debts and mafia threats. Too young to understand that his sister

After Francesca's turn, she turned to Julianna, who was watching the scene with a mixture of amusement and hesitation. "Your turn, Jules. Don't be shy. It's your last night as a single woman." Anaia nudged her playfully. "Enjoy it while you can. You're marrying into a mafia, for God's sake!" Julianna hesitated, then knelt before me. Her touch was hesitant at first, then confident, practiced.