How To Write A Mafia Story Novels & Stories

​I poured a glass of whiskey and stared at the framed copy of my debut novel sitting on the shelf. Cara Mia. ​Writing it had been my only lifeline during this hellish year. It was supposed to be a catharsis, a way to process the madness of being a mafia lord’s wife. Every page was stained with the truth of us. I wrote about the way he smelled of expensive tobacco and gunpowder, the way his Italian filtered through his lips like a prayer, and the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in this world worth saving.

"In the afternoon, we learn how to lie. Because in the Mafia, Zara, the tongue is often more lethal than the gun. And you’ve spent your whole life being far too honest." The lights went out, leaving me in the red glow of the emergency exit sign. I looked down at my hands—my stained, trembling hands—and realized I didn't recognize them anymore. The girl who wrote stories in her room was gone. The debt was being collected. And the only way out was to become the very thing I feared most.

Sasha’s POV I honestly think Lucas is crazy, inviting that mafia family here. What is he thinking? I knew if we went there and took them by force, our people would die. So I have to write something down to get them to believe that we need their help. I got the paper and my pen, then started writing what I thought would be a promising letter. I had no idea what to write to a mafia family that is so powerful that no other people would even want to harm them. So I scooted a chair from the table out and sat down; I began to write. Dear Mafia Family,

Worry? No. I didn’t want any of it, the pity, worry, regret. I don't want it from anyone. I stepped closer, until my voice was a shadow just below a whisper. “I’m not that girl anymore, I had stopped been that girl.” “This is the mafia, Aurora,” he finally said, voice low but firm. “You’ve been thrown into a world where emotion is weakness. Where any misstep, any show of softness can get you killed. You want to write your own story? That’s fine. But know the ink here is blood, and it's either your blood or theirs.”

Darkness settled in my eyes, I blinked shut, and the world slipped away. ____ To Read this mafia story, The name is *Mafia And the Golden Girl* I am sure you will love it. Thank you.

This was Sierra’s norm and truth. Experiencing her first kidnapping attempt at the age of four was treated like an initiation among her cousins. They get to tell stories of the most fun experience. Her story of being pointed at a gun while in the middle of her afternoon snack time was only second to her cousin’s story. Indie was eight, and a gun was pointed at her head. That sunny day, in broad daylight, she had to kill their most trusted nanny. That was how children were taught… to never trust anyone. Second, avoid chaos. Third, avoid causing trouble. The most important one was: never to trust anyone.

John and Johnny's footsteps echoed up the stairs to the second floor, and David diverted his eyes just in time for me to punch him in the head, knocking him out. I ran upstairs behind the others, loading bullets into my guns as I made my way to the empty kitchen, “Come on out boys” I shouted “How much is daddy paying you?” “ Twelve a hundred thousand dollars and the title of mafia king, can you top that?” I watched as they slowly walked towards the exit, their shadows reflecting off the refrigerator, as the door ajar open I fired, hitting them both. John got hit in the head and Johnny in the chest. I dropped my guns and walked behind him, watching as he crawled away on his hands and knees, b

He started off. I looked at him, because that sentence — it's tone — it sounded to me like something that should have been followed up with a other sentence, like he wanted to say something else to join in. And I was right. "But if I am being honest with you, my love," He said. "Sometimes, it can get pretty messy." I stared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" I had to ask him. "The basis of dealing with Mafia Empires are pretty simple," He starts to explain. "Order, pay, get and go."

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

She said and he sighed. “Am a gangster, am a mafia guy, I do dirty works with Russians, I kill people, not intentionally though, only those that mess with me, I smuggle drugs and guns but I don't do drugs, in short am a bad person, that is the way I make my money, my companies and different investments are just like a cover up for all, am really sorry I didn't tell you all this while, please don't leave me.” Eddy rushed his words and stared at her to see her facial expression and it was blank, he couldn't tell how she was feeling.