Mafia Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

I turn her around and find the worry that is reflected in her eyes, “What is it that you wish to do?” “Well, this might sound rather messed up, but in a way, I wish to live up to the legacy of the Stone Crime Family.” Then she pauses for a brief while. “My dad was the best damn Mafia Boss that you could find.” “That I do not doubt for one second.” And with that, the choice is being made, even though I wish not for it to be, it is done and said. “Princess, then you shall take your rightful place at the top where you are supposed to be.”

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daugh

Her bleached blonde hair fell to her elbows, her make-up was fine except for the lipstick which was mostly off because of the drinks she had. “Ah, finally Jade,” she said, “and who is this?” she wanted to know while her words came out slurred, she looked at Mitch, interested in if he was my cab driver or if I had a friend she didn't know about. “How much for the drive?” She asked eventually.

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.

Salvatore. I gulp visibly, everyone knows about the deadly second prince Salvatore. His anger, his murders, his stories are what mothers tell their children to scare them off to sleep. He may not be the mafia prince but he has more deadly reputation around. I just glared and talked directly to the most dangerous man in this country. I instantly look down at my lap, I squeeze my eyes shut, he's going to burn my precious eyes. Oh god! "If you waste another second without answering me, I will not have mercy on you" the mafia prince Giovanni hisses, his patience is running thin here.

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.

“Will you do me the honor of rolling my dice?” He held out the dice on the palm of his hand. It was tradition in craps to find a beautiful woman to roll the dice. It was extending me an honor, so I gladly accepted. “I’m Milo,” he said as I got closer. “Prince Milo of Monaco. Third heir to throne, after my two older brothers. A prince? I tried to act casual, but I’d never been this close to an actual prince before. At least, not that I knew of. “Pleasure,” I said, imitating the way these people greeted.

but to himself. Wait....did he say mafia? M-mafia!!! My eyes widened in fear and he seemed to notice this because his face contorted, as if he was in pain and he abruptly let go of my arm. He went back to stand near the window, with his back turned to me. I brought my shaking hands to my chest, not being able to move an inch. He's a mafia prince? If he's the prince then his father would be the king and his mother, probably the queen.

Sandro commented while his eyes gleamed when he imagined himself bathing in Viso's pathetic blood. "Not your creativity but mine, Sandro. He insulted me, Gina Moretti. I should be the one showing him how creative I am, don't you think, brother?" Gina said with a crooked smirk on her lips. Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess.

Mother's already pale complexion turned ashen. I took her frail hand gently. "Mama, it's precisely because he's dying and doesn't even have the strength to sleep with me that I must marry him." "The orphans you raised have no family backing. There's no guarantee they won't develop ulterior motives later. But the Rossi family controls all the underground casinos, port trade, and arms dealing in Southern Europe. They won't covet our family wealth. This marriage will quickly consolidate our family's position. And when Vincent dies soon, I'll inherit part of the mafia resources as his widow, without having to fulfill any actual marital duties. There's no better candidate than him."