Korean Mafia Novels & Stories

“You… seem to really like our boss. So even if I tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ll believe it.” “I’ll believe it.” Something about the look in Araceli’s eyes told her she already knew. Paula sighed. “He’s part of the mafia. Actually, he’s not just a pear. He’s the don.” Araceli swallowed. “Can you explain what that means?” “The mafia’s a criminal organization,” Paula said quietly. “They’re involved in everything—drugs, weapons, trafficking. They control businesses. Politicians. Judges.” “And… murder?” Araceli whispered.

the man confirmed. My heart skipped a beat. Kai Alessandro. I knew that name all too well. He was the leader of one of the biggest Italian mafia groups—the Alessandro family. His reputation was legendary, and not in a good way. Ruthless, merciless, infamous for his revenge tactics. I’d heard the stories, seen the headlines. He wasn’t just any mafia boss; he was the mafia boss. And he had a reputation for making people disappear in the most painful ways. If this was his account, hacking it would be signing my own death warrant.

He was popularly known as 'the multiple faced mafia' because a lot of people have heard of him but haven't seen him even most of his employees and thugs. The closest person to him is Juliet who had been with him since she was a child and she had even only seen him once when she was five years old and training in martial arts. She had been raised by an old nanny as long as she could remember, it was only one day at her traning center he came to see how she was faring. It wad after he left they told her he is the dreaded mafia lord. Many speculated he was born wicked. But is anyone born wicked? No! His rough childhood made him what he is.

Matter of fact, neither does my father. The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of. "ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

Nicole stared at her laptop, eyes roving around the white screen. Her hands eagerly danced on the keyboard. She was perturbed, she was frightened, she was scared. Any words that could describe this sudden agitation and horror that she was drowning in. She was petrified as she kept on surfing on the net. Mafia. She was researching about mafias. The more she searched, the more horror struck she became. "A mafia is a type of criminal organisation whose central activity is the arbitration of disputes between criminals and the organization and efforcement of illicit agreements through the use of violence"

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

I thought "His name is Damanico Gionovese. His mafia was in trouble when he entered our mafia when we started and we bailed him out. He kept his mafia hidden as he thinks I don't know that he's a boss and I know he's been using his mafia. His location and home is completely unknown." "You have no trace to him?" "None. Ro's missing again and I think he has her." "Ro? Ro what?" "Her real name is Royalty. Royalty Lemeire. Why?" "I know that name." "What really?" "She's the daughter of Mikenshawn and Jillian Vaio. Her father owned the biggest mafia in Italy at the time and they were good friends of the Gionvese." "Really? So she knows Damanioc?" "Maybe not personally but through family links. Th

“They’d be everywhere I turn to, every corner I hide, every step I take would be full of broken glasses and eggshells. They’ll turn every breath I take into toxin and every flower I hold into thorns. I cannot survive this place! Let alone for three years. I think a one and a quarter out of ten is fair.” “But what if you survive?” Jane presses, walking over to the side of the room I’m now facing. “That’s a very little amount of if,” I retort, slamming my eyes shut. “Now, please get out of my face.” “You have to fight! Don’s Daughter! Like your mother said, how would you rule Hell Morgathor if you can’t even survive this prison? The world of the Mafia is a world for the strong. Hell Morgathor