Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

That wasn't even funny I gave him a slight punch on his elbow then I walked upstairs to the indoor cinema following his directions. "Wow, wow and wow!" I exclaimed on seeing the room. There were like six sofas and then a big screen in front, I think it was part of the wall. "you like it?" I heard him ask. "yea" I replied paying little or no attention to him. "I'm an only son from a royal family, my parents were killed when I was ten years in a mafia rivalry and all this are theirs "he said in a sad tone.

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.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

I then open my laptop to check out the info Alex sent me. I open the email where Rhys and his son Zayden meadows information is there. I need to know whom I am dealing with in case things go worst. In the shadowy underworld of organised crime, one name reigns supreme: Rhys Meadows. The ruthless and cunning Mafia King has built an empire through blood, sweat, and tears, crushing all who dare oppose him. His reign of terror is legendary, and his power is unmatched.

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.

Brenda said while just staring at Savienna while explaining what she was going to teach about. "The guy is cute too, I heard he's Mafia Prime. Son of Mafia Boss Sudalga." Maureen said. Yeah, Maureen, he's a Mafia Prime. And I can't believe he is here. I heard Brenda giggle, so I looked at her. Ugh, he likes Psalm too? I can't blame them, Psalm is really cute and kinda attractive. But his features are not as sharp as Saint's. "Don't you like Sir Psalm, Reian? He's handsome!!" Brenda said. I just shook my head at him and smiled a little.

Very different from the Russians, whose diplomacy is non-existent. Our common enemies are backing down, but I am not mistaken, since rumors that they were sending men of international prestige, among them their executor, Nikolai Dotroiov. It was suspected that he was in New York for a few days and that his mission is to recover not only his domains and resources, but take with him Giulia, my future wife, and of course, he will be a dead man if he tries, I don’t care if this is a declaration of war on the entire Russian mafia.

“Weird that you would mention him now—” “But I did not,” Samson Interrupted, “you see that's the problem, you are yet to get over that one obstacle and now you're head over heels over—” he stopped to take a good look around the room, safe to say he was still conscious of the gun from yesterday, “a mafia what again?” “Prince. A mafia Prince.” I corrected it. I felt uneasy with the way Samson pointed out things. I wasn't angry or pissed at the fact that he posted them out. I was angry at the fact that I was seeing some sense in what he was saying.