Mafia Name Generator Fantasy Novels & Stories

She got into the bathtub, the water pushing up her body as she sat inside. The maid walked forward and grabbed the soap, rubbing it against the sponge. “What's your name?” Natasha asked, turning to face her. She paused momentarily, as if startled by her question. “Amora, you can call me Amora.” She replied. “Call me Natasha.” She paused again, as if thinking of something. “I can't call you by your name. We aren't allowed to call those higher than us by their name. Even though we are very familiar with them. It's a rule in our Mafia.”

Rhys, Adrian, Lorcan and Abigail had a history that ran deeper than water. Rhys never liked Abigail. But when Abigail’s father became his business rival, his hatred only intensified. If Rhys wanted, he could’ve ruined the man sitting in front of him with just a flick of his finger, but revenge was petty. He was a mafia boss, underworld Don. He didn’t need to destroy Abigail, the latter was already walking on the path of destruction. Drugs, women trafficking, child abuse, one day he’d get into a mess himself. “Rhys.” Rhys's attention was snatched by the woman standing beside him. Her keen sharp blue eyes glanced at him with cheeks painted red as she blushed under his gaze.

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

I also placed a ring on his as I held onto his strong hand feeling his soft but calloused skin on mine. And it was done. We were announced Mr and Mrs. There was no escaping now for it was far too late. The only thing I had was my name. I was still Alessia Ferrari as I abhorred the idea of taking my husband's name, especially Ace's. My mafia knew me as Ferrari. My name held my reputation. Ace did not seem to care as he watched me sign the papers. In fact, I'm sure I saw a glimmer of pride pass through his eyes or maybe it was just pure amusement.

“You’re the only one who broke down my walls. When I was 15, my parents were kidnapped, tortured and killed by a mafioso family who ruled Las Vegas and I killed those responsible - only the men who had a part to play in it. Many people mistake this for me becoming a Made Man afterwards, but I was already an enforcer for our family by then. The Muratori family retaliated not soon after and we were at war until I was old enough to assume the role of Dragonetti Capo - then all Hell broke loose. I sent my men to deal with the problem at hand, to kill those who would dare wage war with us. But I underestimated the bloodthirstiness of a Dragonetti soldier.” My heart was a drum line in my chest. I

"Just keep your head down. Call me if he tries to do anything." • • • [ D O M I N I C O ] I just met my new pretend girlfriend. No. "Girlfriend" doesn't sound right. My new... Fake fuck buddy? I'm not familiar with the newer slangs the millennials and Gen Zs have coined. I'm not talking about my ex. Not by a long shot. I've learned the hard way, and I sure as fuck won't be backsliding to that toxic cycle again. No thanks. But Enzo wasn't exaggerating. Seraphine and Lizbeth do share some similarities:

Once I had a game plan, I would go after Chaney later today and if she didn’t play, I would make her life a living hell simply because I could. My last name didn’t simply carry weight in the Mafia world. My name ran this school and Chaney was about to find out exactly what that meant.

“Obviously they’re a gang of sorts. I’m not an idiot. But what I’m asking is which of Sangrid’s many gangs have you brought into a house of healing?” Voice strained, Giovanni said finally, “Mariposa.” “Jesus.” Gianna felt like crumpling. She folded forward, bracing her forearms on the table, and demanded harshly, “Are you an idiot, Giovanni?” “You probably think so.” “I’m starting to know so.” Mariposa. More specifically, the Mariposa Mafia. The fucking mafia. “Mariposa,” Gianna said again, as if she could barely believe her brother’s stupidity. “They’re not that bad!” Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head.

Hannah, the unwanted polluted child who was raised far away in a foreign country in an intention to be hidden from people's eyes! Beside Alejandro and Leonardo none of the two other siblings were legal. Mateo, the lawyer son was adopted one and this lady right in front of Genelia was a fruit of a forbidden affair. Even though the Garcia's were believed to be one of the most deadliest mafias in Europe but they had their very own dirty stories deep in the records. Pretending to be royal and following the degrees strictly were nothing but bullshits, every single man born or brought up in that mafia was nothing but a bastard!

It was this helplessness that made him sound so defeated, as if just uttering their name drained the fight out of him. “Crimson Viper's huh?” Liam’s expression was that of recognition as he uttered the name. He’d heard of the ‘crimson viper's’ Mafia before. Well who hadn’t heard of them before? They were infamous in the underworld , known for their ruthless operations and extensive reach. This wasn’t just any gang; this was a well-organized criminal empire. And it was rumored that the head of the Mafia had ties to the business world, owning some of the biggest corporation's.