Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

“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 o

Although she probably won’t be able to know if I didn’t tell her. I can see she was surprised by the shocked expression on her face. She’s probably wondering how on earth I was able to fall into the hands of the mafia. It was already dangerous enough that I was my father’s daughter, now I’m also a mafia princess as well. Even if we are able to solve this problem now, more problems will arise in the future. But the future is so far away and we have to focus on the now. And right now, I only have Nikolai.

Isabella pressed trembling fingers against her lips as emotion crashed violently through her chest again. How had everything spiraled this badly? Just weeks ago her biggest worries had been school assignments, social drama, and figuring out her relationship with Alessandro Valenti. Now? Now she was hiding inside a secret house with his father, one of the most feared mafia kings in the country while rival families hunted her existence. Gunmen. Blood. Threats. Death. Her eyes squeezed shut painfully. “No…” A broken sound escaped her throat, as she truly let herself think about it. Really think about it.

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

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.

My dad does supply them with drugs and guns but lately, they have been misbehaving. Taking stuff and failing to pay on time pisses my dad off, so he needs to have a little chat with the leader. We both know what the 'little' chat means. Being a mafia princess is nothing like walking in the park and spending daddy's money. I Am trained to be a leader and how to handle business and go on every mission alongside my father. I specialise in knives and guns and am very good at it, perks of training for a long time. So in case,e my dad is not around, business goes on just fine.

He is a Booi too and our rival empire enemy, after all. “Oh! What do we have here? The Davi princess feels like modelling for us tod…” Leo, the heir of the Booi mafia empire exclaims. I pounce at him before he completes his sentence. I swear that there’s absolutely no one in the entire world who gets into my nerves than this man.

Instead, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he signals to his guards to bring me to him. 'Signore e signori, vorrei presentarvi la mia ultima acquisizione, la Principessa Russa, Tavisha Khusnova. Una giovane donna che, evidentemente, non comprende le usanze della nostra mafia italiana. Una cosa a cui sto per porre rimedio immediatamente.' [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my latest acquisition, the Russian Principessa, Tavisha Khusnova. A young lady who clearly does not understand the ways of our Italian Mafia. Something I am about to rectify immediately.]

I remember Michael saying something similar about them killing Alessandro’s mistresses to force his compliance. “Oh, come on,” Bella argues, and Mia chuckles angrily. “Let me tell you something: Alessandro’s loyalty is to Maria, his wife. Whatever he’s doing for you now, Renee, don’t think it makes you special.” She says, bitterness lacing her words, and I stay silent, feeling the weight of what she’s saying. Jealous or not, she isn’t lying. Everything she’s said is true. If what Michael said is true about Maria being the princess of the Eastern Mafiadom, with their marriage merging two mafia regions and solidifying Alessandro’s power, then Mia is right. If I think of pursuing anything with

"Who are you to call me a bitch?" "I am a Mafia Princess." She proudly said. "That's cute. Sadly that means nothing here. Down here, you are reduced to a peon. If that? You are the prey of my lioness's dean. You are a spec of a star in my galaxy. What's a Princess of a village to a Queen of many nations? Little Mafia Princess, I have the right to be a bitch. Manage to become a Queen, and only then will you be eligible to stand toe to toe with me. Until then, Princess, please refrain from pissing me off before I have you executed."