Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

He started walking toward us with others trailing behind him. When they came near, my stomach dropped by his sight. Noooooo.....no...way....pls don't let him be him.....pls God..... But my little prayer was not heard by God as I could easily get the close view of him. ALPHA KING more like Royal king. I stood there like a statue watching him heading to our side. ......He has a connection with some mafia too. .........Never get caught my eyes. ............Mafiaaaa. Ohh God....save me.....i..i...What should I do......run...yes...run...

“So a contract?” I smirked, lying through my teeth. “More like a betrothal.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Never thought mafia played the old-fashioned games too.” My eyes cut to him sharply. “Who the hell are you, really?” His smirk deepened. “Prince Roman. From the royal family in the West.” I stopped dead. My lips parted. “West…? You mean… Bahogany City?” He nodded once, proudly. I staggered back, breathless. Bahogany. The greatest city of all. The city my mother dreamed of for me. The city I should have belonged to.

I don't know how to explain it, but there was something familiar about them. "My name Taylen Nova," I answered and they both stared at me. "You have got to be kidding me. You want to steal my identity is that it? Well sorry to break it to you but if you haven't realised this yet you are African and I'm Arabic." The man laughed. "Steal your identity? Who are you?" "I am Prince Taylen Nova, son of King Aillard Nova of Jordan. Now tell me your real name!" "What kind of joke is this?" The woman laughed. "I am Taylen Nova, underboss of Cosa Nostra. Actually, the future Padrino of Cosa Nostra. Tell the Stidda I don't find their joke funny."

Dana insisted. "I'm sorry for keeping a secret from you, Dana. But I hope it won't change your mind about me." Marcus nervously said, as he starts sweating. Dana gently held Marcus' hand, as she gave him an encouraging smile. "I trust you, Marcus." she firmly stated. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and he mustered all his courage to speak. "Dana, my grandfather, Michael Montserrat was the Godfather or the leader of an organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Familia." he started.

His midnight hair was swept back in a way that looked effortless, though Sienna would bet her last dime it was anything but. And his face—God help her—was the kind that made women forget how to breathe. A strong jaw, high cheekbones, and lips that looked like they belonged in a sinfully expensive ad for cologne. But it was his eyes that struck her—cold, gray, and calculating. Like a storm brewing behind an unbreakable wall of glass. Alessandro Moretti wasn’t just a billionaire. He was the billionaire. The mafia prince whispered about in dark corners—the man who built an empire on blood and business.

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

Who the fuck doesn't want to be called by their name? Lastly, the Mafia Prince himself, Logan King, Jaimes cousin. The king of hell itself,aka the underground boxing king. I've heard of him at the matches I've been to, one punch from him and you're gone, kapoof! If he punches you twice or let's you punch him? Then he's bored and just wants some action.

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

I'm ready to be myself again. His response was a single word: *Finally.* Elena climbed back into bed. This time, sleep came easily. Because for the first time in five years, she knew exactly who she was. Elena Vittoria Accardi. Mafia princess. Artist. Fighter. And she was done playing nice.

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia. For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth. I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing. Most of the time, I stayed in our family's fortress deep in Sicilian countryside, secretly handling European mafia affairs. When I came of age, my family arranged a marriage to the heir of the "Lion" family, Matteo Leonardo. The "Lion" family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels.