Novel & Cerita Mafia Princess Book

But before I could come up with any plan, I heard a sound that made my blood run cold. The door. It creaked open slowly, the hinges groaning as two figures stepped inside. They were both dressed in black suits, their faces partially obscured by the dim light, but I could see the smug expressions on their faces. My heart raced as they approached, every muscle in my body tensing with fear. “Look who’s awake,” the first man said, his voice dripping with condescension. He had a cruel smirk on his face as he stepped closer, his eyes raking over me with a predatory gleam. “The lost Mafia princess herself.”

Michele is clearly worried and anxious. Clarissa lovingly held Michele hand, to give him emotional support. "You can trust me..." she gave him words of encouragement. Michele feels much better after hearing those words from Clarissa. It really means a lot to him, because he feels much braver. "Clarissa, my family is the head of the organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Famiglia." he started. Clarissa looked a bit taken back when she heard the words "organized Mafia crime group."

Sloane hadn’t told me the details of what exactly had happened or how things had gone wrong, all I had gleaned was that revenge was happening. When my family had insisted I marry the little mafia princess I had of course balked at the idea, it was simply absurd to have a relationship with someone outside of our species. The reason for their determination of the marital union was still a mystery to me, however, as I researched the woman she became more and more intriguing to me. Unlike most women with such an association she was quite involved, she wasn’t some helpless pampered thing but rather one of their best sharpshooters with a high kill rate. The only one who rivaled her was her friend

he followed with a laugh. “Wow! You sure do love money.” “You can’t survive without money, princess.” Is it just me? Or my heart just skipped a beat after he called me “princess”? Gosh! What’s happening to me? My heart never had this kind of reaction after being called “princess” before. In fact, I’m used to it. Why now? Why did it sound special coming from him? I’m just probably tired and stressed. “Can I ask for some, then?” I jokingly asked, grinning.

I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table. I opened my phone and searched for the Mafia book. I need a book with a strong female lead. I'm staying with a Mafia and to protect myself from that devil, I'm reading this mafia book. To know some tricks or stratagem on how to tame this mafia devil and now only some realistic mafia books can help me. I scrolled down my phone and lot of books were like, Mafia kidnapped the female protagonist because he likes her and wants her to himself. What a bullshit?? I scrolled further more down to find a proper book. And finally I found one. It was taming the mafia devil.

...Trinity POV... Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Colton, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was a normal woman, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Colton's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Colton by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.

She was the long-lost mafia princess of the Russian Empire. And by the ancient laws of their underworld alliances, she was their fated, promised wife. A dark, predatory amusement settled over the study. "This makes things so much easier," Vincenzo smirked wickedly, a sinister glint in his eyes. "She is our wife now, whether she likes it or not." "Why don't we let our little princess have her fun?" Valerius agreed, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Let her believe she actually managed to escape us. It will be much more delicious to crush her illusions later."

--Cassie-- The letter in my trembling hands brought me to tears. I sobbed so hard that my chest ached, and my breaths came in short, sharp gasps. I needed to get out of here, away from the suffocating truth it confirmed. That single piece of paper held the key to everything I had been dreading, everything I had been denying. It was the proof that I, Cassie, was indeed the Mafia princess of the American Mafia. The contents of the letter were brief, cold, and calculated. No fluff, no emotion, just commands.

Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk. “I never fail. ” But when he was alone later, staring at the city skyline, his mind wandered back to the princess’s eyes. She had looked at him not with fear, not with awe, but with something else. Resistance. Fire. For the first time in years, Jason felt something he didn’t recognize. Curiosity. And so the deal was sealed. Two worlds, so different they should have repelled each other, were about to collide. Emily, the Rose Princess who longed for freedom, and Jason, the mafia heir born in shadows, were bound together by chains forged not of love, but of power.

Me included. The men rico came with start firing back, and Carl's men join in firing the Russians, as rico pursues victor. "Baby, take the back door and find a safe place to hide, I will come to you when this shit is done with. We are ending this today" Carl whispers but I refuse to listen. There is no way I'm going to hide while everyone else is fighting. What if I could save someone? Sometimes he forgets that I am a mafia princess and not just a normal pretty girl.