Lord Of Crime Fanfiction Novels & Stories

When she finished her dance, the light turned off, and Lord Lucifer stood, taking the mic. "Hey toy..." he spoke arrogantly... "How much is your worth? I want you to spend a night with me..." The whole hall went mad... "You mean the Almighty Lord Lucifer, who hates ladies... The boss of all the Mafia Clan in Asia is asking a girl how much is her worth; he wants her to fucking spend a night with him..." "Toy???" Aurora spoke, holding her fist... and the whole crowd exclaimed. "No lady has the right to speak when Lord Lucifer speaks..."

I snapped at myself “Did you say something, young lady?” “I-I said I’d pay my Father’s debt. Take me with you” “Do you know who sent me?” He arched a brow “Mafia, Vermont Cardoniss,” I replied sharply. A smirk crawled to his lips. “I’d take this one.”

“My Lord, please forgive us. We did not expect that the girl would flee with her lover. She barely took another from her apartment. She just dropped the keys and left! We have been searching for her for hours. She does not seem to be in the city anymore! One of our spies at the hospital said she had overheard the doctor in charge of the girl saying that the girl had decided to move away! We did know that she would leave within a few hour-“ The man did not get to finish before a chess piece flew towards his direction and hit him on his head. The ordinary chess piece seemed to have turned into a weapon as it pierced into the back of his head, and blood spilt out immediately. The man screamed o

The only reason I had fought tooth and nail to leave Russia. Alisa was everything to me. And Luca knew that. I pressed my lips tightly in anger. I was cornered. I didn't have a choice. It was either this job or Alisa's life, and I would protect Alisa with everything I had. My eyes opened, staring blankly into his. “Who do you want dead?” “The lord of the Italian Mafia,” He replied. “Hell.” No fucking way!

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

anties down, she clutches my hand and whispers, “Please… it’s too soon.” I don’t wanna listen to her coz my c.ock is already swollen and ready. It can’t be left hanging. My intact desire to proceed with where I left off suddenly grapples with my hesitation when her eyes well with tears. So what if she’s crying? It’s her job to satisfy me! I’m Davide Ocampo - The Manila Mafia’s heir to the throne! Nobody can lord over me! I pin Mackenzie to the desk and heartlessly press my face into her b.rests again. Then, I freeze when a growl of what seems to be a huge, untamed beast rumbles in the air.

Long moments of silence passed between us, and when I was sure he had recovered from the trauma of recounting a sad tale he’d probably kept buried away, I cleared my throat to get his attention. “You do know the kind of work I do, don’t you?” He turned his face to me, his eyes red-rimmed. “To some extent, yeah,” he replied, nodding. I scoffed, turning around and pushing the door open. “Well, if your father is an officer of the law, Luca, what does that make me?” “A criminal?” I snapped my fingers as I walked into the room. “Bingo.” I turned to him, signaling him to come in. “That’s right. I’m a mafia boss, Luca, and when I take you under my wings, you become a criminal too. Are you cool with

"His chest was punctured and his heart pulled out." The Adviser quickly answered, "He is the Alpha to —" The Lord cuts him off. "You are a wolf. You know the law of this land. Don't you? Why are you here?" "I am here to live peacefully and I am not asking for any trouble," Orion said. The Lord laughed revealing his teeth that were as white as snow. "Don't fret friend. I know I look dead serious right now. But I am only doing my duty as the Lord of this town." He winked.