Mafia Princess Names Novels & Stories

Nobody told them anything but to the surprise of Princess all of them rushed her and said Princess you are so beautiful. Princess looked them and said do you know me? They responded in unison. Yes, Princess you are our sister and our blood. What is your name? the one she pointed to said My name is Shalluta justice Maclean. But right now, my fake name is Leticia pretty.

They make you think hell is better place than the Earth when you mess with them or their families and it's not a good sight. "Hey! Just get this over with" Leo said glaring at all of them. He might look like he is not even a teeny tiny bit interested in this whole situation. But, they all want and need the same thing. Iris Carmela Romano. The Mafia Princess. The angel and their sweetheart.

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

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.

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.

Liora’s POV Business had been, frankly, chaotic—in the best possible way. Within three months, I’d acquired another building in New York. The third casino under my family’s name was officially in progress. I was walking through the lobby with the décor team, halfway into a conversation about light fixtures, when a woman—yes, an actual woman—came flying out of nowhere and practically collapsed at my feet. I looked down. Viola. “Viola?” She stood, brushing herself off like nothing had happened, and flashed a tiny diamond ring that was barely visible unless you had a microscope handy.

I frown, staring at Enzo and the woman who just interrupted his conversation with a fellow leader, the Greek mafia leader. Everyone mirrors my gaze but only Stella speaks. “Enzo Valenti.” she calmly retorts, a hint of shyness in her voice. However, that's not who I'm talking about, and her possible crush on him isn't unsettling me as much as the woman who clings to my so-called husband. “No, the woman.” I clarify. Lexi snorts out a laugh, “You don't know the Camorra princess?”

“Elizabeth—the Mafia princess, lost and broken. But not anymore. From now on, you’re someone new. Someone who doesn’t exist.” She couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded as she stared into the mirror, watching herself being stripped away piece by piece. “Your new name,” he said, his voice dripping with malice, “is Sophia Maxine.” The name sounded foreign, like it belonged to someone else entirely. She wasn’t Sophia. She was Elizabeth—Elizabeth who had fought to survive, who had escaped her past. But now, that person was being erased. “We’ll need a new look to go with the new name,” he said, gesturing to the men. “Hair color, eye contacts. We want to make sure no one recognizes you.”

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

Especially now that I've gotten used to seeing it. I showered and wore my biggest night gown and flip flops. As I thought about everything that had happened, I knew I couldn't blame mom for everything she said to Dre. She wasn't expecting to see me today. Hell she wasn't expecting to see me with Dre. I know she did her personal research and found out that Dreidan Mochino was the very own Dreidan Vaughn. Head of the Italian mafia. It really wasn't her fault.