Mafia Lovers Novels & Stories

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

That stops me in my tracks. I want to laugh. To scream. To cry. Eventually, crying wins. I let the sobs wreck my body, letting out gut-wrenching sounds that echo through the cold air. Eventually, they stop, and I rub at the corners of my eyes. I’m a wreck. I’m in love with Alessandro de Rossi. A mafia boss. The enemy of my family. Russo Family. The kindest, most thoughtful man I’ve ever met. The sweetest dad. The skilled lover.

she said. Fiona sighed. "This is the mafia world, loyalties are built on family, money and mutual gains. There's no loyalty from telling touching stories to them". Natalie's ears rang at the word. "mafia? " Fiona looked around then arched her brow at her. "Don't tell me you're Evangeline from 'mafia's men'? I don't want to believe there's another girl, in real life even, who dosen't know what mafia is?" she let out an exasperated sigh.

Damian looked directly at him. “Maybe… just maybe…” “A son should choose his own path.” Nikolai froze a little. Damian’s voice grew quieter. “The mafia world isn’t fit for anyone.” “Why?” Damian leaned back slowly. “Because love becomes weakness.” The words hung in the air. Nikolai frowned slightly. “Love is good.” Damian’s eyes flickered. “Yes.” “But in my world…” He looked away. “…love becomes something enemies can use against you.”

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

“I swear you have all gone bonkers” “We are mafia families, malyshka. I believe that you have already established that we have mostly lost our minds” Elijah teased, kissing Anastasia’s temple. The woman shook her head at us but nodded. I looked at my brother who gave me a curt nod, one that was of assurance. He believed that things would go well, the two of us just didn’t know how to take them from here. Everything seemed to be a little more complicated that usual and the idea of losing to a bastard like Lorenzo was one that I couldn’t help but fear. “She’s be okay” Viktor signed as the two of us chose to stay quiet. Watching as Anastasia, Elijah, Yaroslav, and Luka spoke.

I said "Arora" dad said "You're going to quit and stop seeing him," Felix said "Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked him "I won't let you get hurt again," Dad said "You say that but yet if you do this you'd not only hurt me you'll hurt my daughter," I said "We're trying to protect you he's in the fucking mafia. The strongest mafia!" Dad said "My fucking soul. You're in the mafia! You actually thought I'm an idiot? You are the Don of the Italian mafia Dad. They keep hunting us because you are the head. Mom died because of this stupid mafia!" I yelled

Chapter 2 At the tender age of sixteen I made the decision to run away from home. Was it difficult? Of course it was but not for the reasons many may think. Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again.