Lord Of Crime Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Years ago, while I was 16 years old, I got kidnapped with my best friend, Lucian by a mafia leader, Christopher. He was the most dangerous Mafia in the whole world then. We got kidnapped and were trained for four years to become Mafia. Christopher suddenly develop a love for me because I took out all plans effectively then one day, he announced he was going to pass the throne to me. He would like to step down because he wasn't feeling too good at that time. James, who has always been jealous of me and angry at the same time for his brother giving the throne to me and not him, found his way into manipulating Lucian as he tried to kill me though, they never succeed in executing their plans an

Well, the aim was to irritate him, so why make herself presentable? What is unknown to her is that Marco actually found her appearance cute? Marco might be the mafia Lord of the De Luca clan, but he was never the type to ignore beautiful things when he saw them. She looked adorable, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her first split second. “Don’t you think it’s too early to yell?” He poked fun at her. Alessia couldn’t believe him, she was trying to fight for her freedom and all he could say was she was yelling early in the morning.

Leo grinned, knowing that his offer hit me exactly where he wanted it to. “Speechless, darling ?” I nodded softly, almost like a robot. He lifted himself off the bed and came near to me. His body relaxing as It bent over, his face getting closer. His fingers gently massaged my cheeks. He whispered. “No matter what anyone tells you, do not forget, I am the OverLord of the Mafia. The one and the only boss. All of America is my turf. And when I want something, it's mine already. I… do… not lose.”

But before I can take another step further, he grabs my hand. "Who do you think I am? A fool?" His voice drops. My heart falls to my stomach. There's this layer of venom beneath that calm voice that makes my skin crawl with nervousness. I laugh nervously, "I didn't mention such. Why would you just assume?" I look over my shoulder. "I am a Lycan lord. A lord of crime," he steps closer, eating the space between us, "I know when someone from my circle is about to betray me."

He wiped a teardrop from his sagging cheek and muttered under his breath "Leonardo, my son, your death won’t go unanswered. I was wrong to have forced you to be like that monster. You were nothing compared to him. Rest assured that I'll make him pay. I won't let your life be destroyed without avenging you." Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dark clouds which resembled the darkness that covered the boss's heart. And somewhere in a country, oblivious to the vengeance now coming for him, Nikolai sat in a seven-star hotel with his little princess before her as they shared a sumptuous meal. Their very first date!

“The fear. The raw, genuine fear. You have absolutely no idea how long I’ve wanted to carve that expression onto your arrogant, beautiful face.” I instinctively recoiled, straining against the ropes. “Let me go! My husband will find you. He’ll—” “Your husband?” He cut me off with another cruel laugh, straightening up. “Oh, Lorenzo De Luca. The Don. Such a predictable, passionate little brute. He’s probably running around right now, tearing up the city, threatening every low-life he can find. Or not. My friend Micardo is keeping him busy.""

I whispered hopelessly. “Please believe me, you are my final destination, don’t leave me alone… I don’t want to live in darkness anymore… please…” My voice cracked up at his point, barely making my words which are slumped in dejection. Almost crying, telling her the condition of my razed heart. She narrowed her eyes, still shaking in vexation along with a glint of compassion flickering in her eyes and whispered. “Tyler… you are a Mafia leader.” “I told you, I will leave Mafia life. I swear I intend to leave it before you will know but the name Dark Lord revolves everywhere.” I told her desperately.

I found out who he truly is. Lorenzo Romano is not just rich. He is a Mafia lord. Deadly. Ruthless. Feared. I feel bile rise in my throat. He gave me everything I needed, but took my freedom in return. He loved me. But it wasn’t love. It was obsession. My hands tremble violently. When I started distancing myself, he became angry. He accused me of betrayal. Of disrespect. Of being ungrateful. The first time he hit me, I told myself it was a mistake. The second time, I knew I was trapped.

Scar POV. It didn't take me long to find out more about the lord, everyone knows him, everyone respects him, he's called Lord Dante, he's been in charge for a long time now, he has a brother called Lucas, not the most dominant, but he helps in the family business, along with him, he's married and have a daughter. A smart girl who loves to dress up as different animals, her latest phase is foxes, the rumours say fox is her thing, for now, she's smart, everyone along here did mention how smart she is.

" Nicole knew that the man hated being called old and that was the very reason why she kept calling him that. She had made it her life's mission to make his life as hellish as he wanted to make hers and she would stop at nothing to achieve that. She could see him clenching his jaws in anger and she smiled in satisfaction, an act that pissed Matteo off even further. "I might be an old man..." He replied, still holding on to her hair but letting his free hand roam over her body and rest on her ass. "...but You belong to me. You hear me? You belong to me!" He declared, bringing out his disgusting tongue and licking a nasty trail around her earlier. In all her life, Nicole had never felt more re