Mafia Princess Books Novels & Stories

Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

I gulped, trying to control the pounding of my heart. “The opening bid starts at five hundred and five million dollars.” The room became noisy. “Six hundred million...” I didn't know how long the bidding was going on, but I zoned out. The numbers continued to increase, higher and higher. Each voice twisted my stomach tighter. I could not force myself to look at the men who were bidding. I already lost my mafia princess status; I was no longer Lucia Romano, one of the most dangerous mafia families in Italy. I was just a prize, a slut, a possession, and another woman in a cage.

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.

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

The skin felt hot under my touch, and rage flared fresh in my veins. Those damned Romanos. How dare they reduce me, Nikita Salvatore, princess of the Salvatore mafia, to this? A joke? A second choice bride forced upon a man who wouldn’t even look at me twice? Men had started wars for this face. A prince in Dubai had turned his back on his entire family just for one night in my bed. Powerful capos had crawled on their knees, begging me to degrade them, to let them taste the sole of my shoe.

The seed money from the drug run would be able to allow him a better life. Or perhaps a takeover event. Either way, I couldn't allow him to live. At least he'd failed in one regard. I'd been put on notice of his betrayal. Every rock I'd turned over, every favor called in had proven futile. If anyone could find him without issue, it would be a member of the Sons of Darkness. I rolled my eyes at the name, uncertain any longer which of the five of us had coined the phrase. We were the five princes of the most powerful mafia families within the United States, men capable of exacting revenge as necessary.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

I could've sworn I saw her shoulders lift with pride as she spoke, that smug smile never leaving her face. She makes me fucking sick. “Interestingly, it is the same plight as the female lead of my newest bestseller book,” Gabi continued, “a woman with so much to give the world, but such little luck. So much so that she falls into the hands of a Killer, a dangerous Mafia man…” I watch as the Interviewer literally piques. Her brown eyes glow with desperate curiosity at the mention of the word ‘Mafia’.

It turned out that she was also reborn. She threw herself into Dario's arms and called his name in a sweet voice. Holding her adoptive parents' hands, she cast a smug glance at me. "Livia, you can take the role of the mafia Principessa. I'm not cut out for that life." I looked at Dario, my husband in my last life, expecting him to say something, but instead, he shielded Regina like a prized possession. His cold gaze turned to me. "Stay away from my sister."