Lavender Mafia Novels & Stories

Harlow’s voice is inaudible to Alessandro. “Our whole mafia clan that our father has spent his whole life creating will fade away, and you will be blamed!” Harlow screams at the top of his lungs. Alessandro doesn’t speak. “You chose the family a year ago when you threw Amber out” Harlow is cut off by Alessandro, “Don’t. Take. Her. Name.” “Chose the family again, do it, Alessandro. Save them from their misery! Take action!” Harlow’s mouth is shut when Alessandro stands up. “Harlow, just leave...” Alessandro shoos him away.

she answered casually as if it was normal. "Does Apollo, you know?" I hesitantly asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. Winter completed my question, "Participate? We are Mafia's Livia. Our m.o. is to do things outside the norms of society. We are organized, societal delinquents. Still, if you're asking if he human trafficks, then no. Crimson Clan is one of the few who don't. But since he is the Mafia King, he has to attend but doesn't participate during the auction segment."

“So you're not sure how you got here, huh? Well, that is how Ms. Raven goes about her business, but it is unusual to see her bring a young woman to this home. Did you know that she is the South African mafia that is most feared? She is the subject of many exaggerated stories, yet she is not as heartless and unfeeling as they portray her to be when she is with the people she's familiar with. Though, she turns into the devil herself when provoked. Hearing this made me a little frightened. Despite the fact that I was relieved to be far away from aunty Luna, I was also uncertain about what the future would contain. Was I merely abducted? How am I going to return to my nation? What have I done to

she asked quietly. Bell hummed, “Lavender”, she answered, “The bottle is blue the perfume is more of a purple color, mauve if someone were to be pedantic. But yes its calming, since most people only buy things related to the herb because of the effect lavender has”, she explained. “The effects of lavender?” Fiona asked confused.

Raffaele glanced in my father's direction, searching for assistance. "Don't dispute it. When I see what I desire, I know it. And you want Freya," hissed Damon . It was not refuted by Raffaele. "If I see you gazing at her in that way once more. If I discover you two alone in a room together. I will murder you if I discover that you have touched her hand as much. Raffaele became flushed. "You don't belong to the Outfit. Even if I had raped her, no one would ever tell you anything. For you, I could break her in." God, Raffaele, stop talking.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

"Why are you harassing him?" "Who am I?" The rude man uttered, brushing his fingers against his chin, looking relaxed. "I am Oliver Davies, the leader of 'The Dragon'. You have heard of that name, right?" He smirked, looking into the girl's eyes. Lucia gasped upon hearing the name. The Dragon was the most vicious mafia gang in England and were addressed as monsters by normal people. It was said that if The Dragon laid their eyes on something, then they would go to any lengths to get hold of it.

“And you survived all three times.” “That’s because wolves heal fast.” I finally laughed quietly for the first time that night. The room relaxed a little after that. Even Mira smiled slightly while organizing the books on the table. After everything that happened recently, the normal conversation almost felt strange. Damon sat beside me and looked toward Maya. “What herbs did you actually use?” Maya lifted her chin proudly. “Lavender root, silver leaf, moon grass, and—” “Moon grass?” Mira interrupted immediately.

We all stood outside the house, except Damien, watching her car and that of her escort drive into the large compound. My brow rose in a bit of surprise when the familiar blonde-haired lady alighted the car. Lavender Newton?? It took everything in me to stop myself from scoffing. Everyone knows her, Lavender, the weak daughter of the alpha of the River Ash pack who never found her wolf. I could easily guess her father gave her to Damien only to get rid of her. He never liked her, rumors had it he once said she was a shame to him and his entire pack that he wished she dies. And this was it, this was the fastest way to kill her, by marrying her off to Damien, the alpha with no temper, who kill

. I need something that whispers power, not shouts it. Something that draws you in, then holds you captive. if you know what I'm saying." She opened her eyes, a sudden spark of inspiration flaring within them. “Patchouli. But not the heavy, earthy kind. I want the clean, almost minty fraction. And then… oud.” Anita’s pen paused mid-stroke. “Oud? That’s a bold move. It’s expensive, and it can overpower everything else if not handled with absolute precision.” “Precision is my middle name,” Natalie retorted, a wry smile playing on her lips. She reached for a tiny, dark vial, its liquid almost black, viscous. The scent, even sealed, was potent, ancient, a whisper of distant forests and sacred ri