Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

Impossible. The man sitting across from me wasn't the broken boy who'd cried in the darkness. This was the Mafia Prince. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. "Someone saw us last night," he said without preamble. "Going into my mother's room. They reported to my father." Ice flooded my veins. "What did you tell him?" "The truth. That you found the room unlocked and I found you there. That we talked about my mother." His grey eyes were steady on mine. "He didn't believe me. He thinks we're getting too close. That this arrangement is becoming complicated."

Steve holds her hand. "I know you're hella shocked princess.. and you're not dreaming, it's reality.. I don't know from where to start but I had loved you from the time I had meet you and seen you.. it was the most beautiful moment when you had entered in my life.. after mom dad I had never thought that someone will matters me this much or be so much important for me but you had.. you had become my life, I can't even imagine my life without you.. for the whole world I'm a rude, arrogant mafia king, but for you I'm your maddo, bandar and all.." Steve says making Amy giggles while he continues.

She said with a sinister smile, shaking her head proudly she said, "But here is a secret that it's was me who was targeting my brother's mens. I was always hinting about my location so that he could easily search me. I took a lot of pain in the past due to that SLUT, How dare she ? WHatever I eyed became mine and she eyed what's mine. How can I spare her MOM?” “We are the highest in the familia’s if we can't save ours, then how can we hold others' lives?” “That's the point MOM! I am Alberto. Princess of the highest ranked Mafia Family and a tiny slut can’t snatch my prey let alone my love.” “Tell me everything love, I want to hear my beautiful daughter’s Love story.” Chiara smiled shyly .“OK

The smaller one moved to her side, close enough that she could smell his cologne — warm, expensive, and intoxicating. “I’m Adrian,” the taller one said. “This is my brother Nico. We are the Mancini Princes.” She had heard the name before. The Mancinis ran one of the most feared mafia families in the city. They were power, money, and danger rolled into one. Nico tilted his head, studying her. “You’re prettier than I expected. Father didn’t tell us that.” Adrian took her arm, firm but not rough. “We’re leaving.”

A shiny formal suit from the Dior brand with one hand in his pocket, his eyes squinting straight ahead a Christopher mansion in front of his eyes. "Take out all the gifts I bought," Prince ordered his personal driver. Prince Dawson Mardison the eldest son of Marvel Mardison and Diandra Paisley Mardison. A handful of the richest billionaires in New York, and Prince has known Christopher's family quite well because Kenneth Christopher's wife is good friends with his mother. They came from the same division, when they were still working as secret agents. "Prince you've come." Prince approached and hugged the woman's body whose height was up to his chest. "Mrs. Christopher how are you?" said Pri

he pauses, choosing his words carefully, “....you’re going to your destiny. I’m going to show you our kingdom, a place where you’re a prince.” Leon smiles brightly as his eyes search for me. “Mommy, I’m going to be a prince.” I smile at him, even though it doesn’t reach my eyes. I know everything Asher told him is real, even though Leon doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand that right now, he is the mafia prince, heir to the Romano empire, and he doesn’t know what that means. He doesn’t know what it entails, the things people will want to do to him, the things he will have to do. The thought makes my stomach turn.

Christian, what is going on? "Princess, you know who I am?" "You are head of the Craine mob crime family, and you the big boss or leader or something like that." "How do you feel about that?" "I don't have a problem with who you are; I just don't want you to fuck me around." "Princess, I am not here to fuck you around. I think I am..."

“And I’m going to make sure you’re happy with me every single day.” His sweet tone made my heartbeat quicken. He is freaking good at acting, making every word sound natural and sincere. I never imagined a mafia king could speak so softly. But judging by the crowd’s reaction, everyone was buying it. A faint smile appeared on his face, and the entire room seemed to gasp. I was certain they had never seen him look at anyone like that before. Cameras flashed endlessly, capturing every second of the performance. “Please say a few words,” the emcee said, handing me the mic.

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.

THE MAFIA'S PRINCESS. THE END💕