Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

“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.

Valeria saw the hesitation forming and pressed further. “My father can help you.” Alessandro looked at her sharply. “Help me do what?” Valeria's eyes gleamed slightly. “Become the next Mafia King.” Silence. Alessandro blinked slowly. Then laughed in disbelief. “You’re insane.” “I’m serious.” Alessandro shook his head immediately. “I’m nineteen.” “So?” “So I’m not ready for any of that!” Valeria stepped closer again. “You don’t need to be ready.” “You just need to cooperate.”

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?

I blurted out, standing on my feet. Drex pulled out the chair by the table, placed it close to the bed facing me, and sat down, crossing his legs. "Meet Albertrosso Cruzeiro, the head of the Malgavio clan. A mafia Lord. The billionaire drug lord and one of the four feared kings of the underworld. He is, as we speak, the only candidate running for the position of number one sit of this city. He has a wife and two sons and a spoilt brat daughter. Rumor has it that he has a son by another woman, bore to him out of wedlock. His whereabouts are unknown till date" he explained a wide grin on his face as if he just read a satisfying bedtime story to a five-year-old child.

It was short, but at the time, I simply didn't care. Suddenly, I felt shy as I began to play with my toes. Damon suddenly leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You are so cute I could fuck the shit out of you right now." "This is Nicholas. He is the new member of the Council of Six. Nicholas St. John, this is Isabella Montenegro. She is the current... will be the current mafia ruler." Nicholas bowed his head low. "It's an honor to meet you, Princess," he said with his hand stretched out in front of him. I placed my hand in his in response.

Hi, my name is Yaszy:) This is my first ever Mafia story. There will be SA! If you get triggered easily this book isn't for you. Please don't leave rude comments, I am trying my best with writing this story. There will be: -Abuse -Sex -Violence -Mafia -Triggers I hope you enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~CHARACTERS~ Location of story: New York Alessio Rocco Romano -The father and is 50 years old. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and is the head of the Italian Mafia. He's dangerous when it comes to messing with one of his kids.