Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

“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!”

She smiled, nodding slightly. They were walking on the lawn, "So tell me." She asked. "Have you heard about the Mafia Alpha King?'' He asked. "Yes, Xander Hill. I've heard about him from Sir. He's the most popular billionaire and powerful Mafia in the entire world." She said, astonished. She hadn't seen him. But she wanted to.

' He sat back in his chair, completely at ease, a huge shit-eating grin spread across his handsome face. 'You are so fucking adorable, little Principessa, but you have much to learn. Mr Delanzo is the Head of all the Mafioso Families. He is basically a King, untouchable; he can do whatever he likes, and no one will stop him.' His eyes met mine, and all the amusement had left his; they were almost black and as cold as ice.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

“Luciana Vitale, daughter of Jayden Vitale and Isabelle Moretti.” “And who is your uncle?” “Jairo Vitale, Mafia King of Italy.” “So who are you, Luciana?” She hesitated, then whispered, “Mafia princess of Italy.” A grin slipped onto Jairo’s face. “Exactly. That’s who you are. You’ve faced death threats more times than most people breathe. You don’t shrink because of other people’s stares. You dress beautifully and that’s confidence. So show it, no fidgeting, no looking down. Chin up, shoulders squared. The boys should be scared of looking into your eyes.” his last words dropped into a whisper.

Lorenzo stepped closer until only the iron bars separated them. His voice remained calm. "If Isabella returns alive..." "I'll thank God." "If she returns harmed... either by the Rossis or you..." His eyes darkened into something almost inhuman. "There isn't a place on this earth where you all will be able to hide." Luca forced a laugh. "I'm the Mafia King now." Lorenzo didn't blink. "Titles can be stolen." His voice became colder. "But fear..." He held Luca's gaze. "...must be earned."

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

He turned to one of his seconds, ‘Voglio che ogni uomo disponibile guardi e ascolti qualsiasi cosa riguardo a quel fottuto principe, voglio che siamo pronti quando farà la sua mossa. Non può, in nessun caso, avvicinarsi ad Alcina, capisci?’ [I want every available man out looking and listening for anything regarding that fucking Prince, I want us to be ready when he makes his move. He cannot, under any circumstances, get near Alcina, do you understand?] His men nodded moved into their fours and left to hunt down the Prince’s men, who were completely unaware of the fate that was waiting for them, they had severely underestimated the Italian Mafia.

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."

“What do you mean she’s part of a mafia?” He took a slow breath, letting the tension simmer in the room before delivering the blow. “She’s a Mafia Princess. She comes from royal blood in another country.” I blinked. Once. Twice. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely stupid. The words didn’t make sense. Chandria? The woman who used to hide under the covers when it thundered? The woman who looked so fragile I was afraid to break her? A princess of a crime syndicate?