Mafia Kings Novels & Stories

“Well, that’s true… but I was wondering if you would be open to hearing a proposal I have put together?" He rested his hand on his protruding belly, his eyes boring into mine. "Fine. Let's hear it." I took a deep breath, fighting the nerves settling in my stomach. "Word on the street is that two rival mafia gangs, ‘The Brooklyn Blood Brothers’ and ‘The Blood Kings’, are fighting to control New York. Now, the—" "Wait!” Mr. Jeffers cut in. “The Brooklyn Blood Brothers and The Blood Kings? Gwen, are you listening to yourself right now?" He laughed, shaking his head.

“That is also a good way to send my lovely uncle off. I will have that conversation with my family after Maria and Keirah are feeling better. Zio it's time. Luciano turns over to Don Mauro he looks deep into his eyes and speaks to him. “I, Luciano Salvatore Alpha King of the Blood Moon pack, initiate you Don Mauro into the pack for twenty-four hours. And after the twenty-four hours are up, I want you to find your way out and come back here.” Luciano turns to James and smiles. “ My brother and I will be waiting for you.”

Of course he won't tell her because Dominick has already discussed the consequences with Stuart. Dominick intertwined his hand with her and kissed her knuckles. "You are no longer the child from the footpath... You are soon going to be a Mafia queen..." "Mafia Queen?" She asked shocked. "You are becoming the king?" He smiled at her reaction. "Ofcourse... I am the heir" "But What about Alexander?" She asked confused. "I mean he is already giving them heir and Why they chose you over him... Is Alex okay with it?" Dominick chuckled. "Bunny, Alex and I are twins... In Mafia world twins are considered as one person... That's why we say Alex is my better half and i am his... We both are going to b

I felt that was why his enemies were able to terminate him easily. But I, being the present king of the mafia world, knew I couldn’t make the same mistake my father made. I promised to keep my people close and safe so that we could protect each other. What I could boast of was that since I became the mafia King, my hands weren’t soaked with the blood of the innocent nor was I responsible for the death of any innocent person. I hated it when the innocent were killed. I felt mafia business should be between mafia gangs and ordinary people should be left out of any conflict.

Their love/hate relationship will start off with an unforgettable night, a pinch of revenge, a swirl of pranks here and there, and a whole lot of white lies and secrets. NOW HERE IS THEIR PARENTS STORY, IT'S CALLED (MY FIRST, MY LAST, MY EVERYTHING). HERE'S THE PLOT; Gabriella Merliah Antonio, a 24 year old beautiful, hottest, badass female Mafia Donna that leads the most powerful, Royal Mafia in whole of Mexico and America called 'The Royals'.

A Famous agent x in her field of work, she can rip off your neck easily without you even noticing you are dead, and was now known for her new assign mission being a slave of the famous Mafia King who has famously created the society for the LGBTQ community, the Black Angel Society she owns is clean but her other business is not in the black market, it's like she's hiding her true business in her famous Society for LGBTQ. "There's this other king here, king GP Philips, King Abegail Timbal, King Edda, Zairen, Jade, and Stephanie, and there is this other king that we didn'tknowo, w," Mela says and she's just hearing it, that's right they are other King's in their society. "They have monkey busi

Years of watching them dominate, hearing people whisper their names with awe and terror. They were the Bloodshot Empire. Number one. The strongest, the richest, the most feared. I hated it. Hated every second of it. Most of all, I hated those quadruplets. The kings of the underworld. People spoke their names with reverence, with fear, but never mine. Never. My fist slammed onto the desk. BANG! The room jolted. "Why?" Of course, no one answered. They never had an answer. Why did they always win? Why? WHY? I spun around, my eyes sweeping across the room. Every gangster averted their gaze. Cowards. All of them.

Both Rose and Seth looked at Piers with shock in their eyes. Was Piers afraid of Kingsley? “What? What do you mean?” asked Seth. “Kingsley Aguilar is not only a mafia head, but he is also the richest businessman in the country. If Woolridges have casinos and clubs to their names, you have no idea the amount of property the Aguilar family possess. He not only has power of fear with him, but he also has power of money with him,” explained Piers. Yes, Piers was scared of Kingsley, but he was also in awe of his power and money.

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

But the next time she saw her reflection, it was in a gilded mirror with a headline scrawled across a digital tablet held out by a woman in black: MAFIA DON TAKES BRIDE: RUMORS OF VALENTINO BLOODLINE CONFIRMED Bride. Her. She’d been asleep for almost two days, and in that time, her face had been attached to a name she’d never claimed—and a bloodline she didn’t know existed. Matteo De Luca, as it turned out, wasn’t just some wealthy recluse. He was Il Re del Sud—the King of the South. Head of the De Luca family. The most feared and untouchable mafia figure on the Sicilian coast. He ruled from the shadows, rarely seen, never touched, his empire built on blood and silence. And now—she was his b