Mafia Daughters Novels & Stories

Every person Julian had met, every meeting he'd attended. Dante worked across from her, his focus absolute. Occasionally their eyes met, brief moments of acknowledgment that they were in this together now. For better or worse, she'd made her choice. Two weeks to destroy Julian Blackwell and stop a Russian arms dealer from stealing her family's legacy. Two weeks trapped in a mafia king's fortress, working alongside killers and criminals. Two weeks to decide if the man who'd saved her life was someone she could trust, or just another predator in a better suit.

“Aside from being the right hand of the defendant, what was his relation to this man?” “They have a child, I think they almost got married.” That’s when a tear escapes my eyes, not my son, please. “So could you tell us, why are you spying on that man and how did you catch them in the act of committing the crime?” “I am the daughter of Jera Young, the great mafia leader, and as her daughter, it is my responsibility to trace the root of all the crimes making me end up spying on that man, and gather all the pieces of evidence I’ll be needing to prove it.”

Suga nodded his head and replied, "Nothing is happening with witches and warlocks. They were still searching for You, Jade, and Kai" Cain continued, "Nothing with werewolves too, Alpha" Lenzo concluded, "Nothing with Vampires" Leo rubbed his face in frustration, groaned, and said, "What do we now?" No one says a word, there is dead silence. All were in their own thoughts of possibilities but no one could get anything to suspect. Suddenly, Damon walked in with a concerned face and yelled, "Don't act like you all were a saint supernatural beings. You all were mafia idiots. Try one way or another. Think about your mafia enemies too. Thanks to BLOOD gang Jade earned numerous enemies on her own t

He was looking out of the window absent-mindedly. A young and slim girl wearing sunglasses was standing next to him. She seemed to be speaking to him, but Jameson didn't seem interested. Suddenly, Miya recognized the girl. isn't she Sophia Moore?! Daughter of the American Mafia boss and younger sister of Jake Moore, who is said to be the best looking man of the year. As soon as Miya recognized them, she looked away, hoping to sneak away. I'd better stay away from these two! She thought. However, she wasn't quick enough.

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

They are an exception. “Even though you're an assassin, I'm not afraid of you! You see... ” she pointed to her tattoo—“I'm a mafia boss' daughter." She said proudly, her voice brave, despite her knees slightly trembling. Interesting, she’s a mafia royal. Mafia Royal is a son or daughter of mafia boss which also includes me and I hate it, no scratch that, I despise it. She grabbed something from her back in one swift motion, and I groaned when I realized it was a gun.

What do you want! 'I want you back. You are mine. Come to me or your little friend over here won't see the daylight again.' He snickered. 'What? Who?' 'Grace! Don't do it!' I heard a girl voice scream through the phone. 'Shut up you bitch.' My father snarled and a loud slap was followed. I heard the girl scream and cry out from the pain and I realized who it was. 'Camilla?' I whispered. 'Yes, baby girl. Camilla LaRosa. All here because of you. So, if you want her to live, you would have to come here.'

I’m the real, long-lost daughter of the Yue family—a powerful Mafia crime family in the Italian Quarter. But Sophia Young, the fake princess they’ve raised for years, found out the truth. Terrified I’d take back everything she’d stolen, she posted a bounty in a private group chat for the top young Mafia heirs in the city: Whoever can get photos of her entering illegal businesses, catch her in shady deals, or dig up dirt to ruin her reputation… I’ll marry you.

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

“I know that. That’s Matteo and Fiona’s daughter; Ravenna. It was amusing to see you two lie.” “Well, she found a file that included your name, her parents’ names, along with a bunch of names. In that file, a vast sum of money was floated around. She wants to know what business you all had that involved such amount of money.” “I know what you’re talking about. We made that transaction just a day before their demise. Her parents were funding a project that helped rescue some women that got trafficked, and I was kinda like the middleman. It cost a lot of money, and Fiore didn’t agree with their decision.”