Novel & Cerita Mafia Queen Aesthetic

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.

but the mortal animal instincts in his brain screamed in terror at the absolute domination of the Mafia Queen across the border. "Your cage door is always open, Julian Blackwood," Chloe hissed condescendingly with the cruelest arrogance. The Queen rose to her feet, leaning her slender body heavily on her ebony cane theatrically. "Step forward if you dare to make up for your regrets. Try to reach this 'partner' that you spat on before."

She stood frozen yet she was looking deeply in his eyes. She found something different in his eyes and behaviour but couldn’t measure and she didn't want to measure either. She was numb from any feeling…Yes! She was determined to run away from this hell…..Yes! Falcone mesmerized and lost his sense in her honey brown orbs…he chuckled darkly, feeling her mask to be brave but failing miserably. Perfect! Beautiful! Rebellious! Ah! The exclusive limited Poisonous composition of Mafia Queen….My Queen….Ruler of my heart without her trying.

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. At the front walked a woman in a pale suit, her hair pinned with bone needles, her lips the blue-red color of winter. She was beautiful the way a sealed drawer was beautiful. Smooth. Cold. Impossible to argue with. [Major entity detected.] [Title: Morgue Queen.] [Jurisdiction: unclaimed bodies, purchased death records, posthumous contracts.] [Threat level: city-ending.] The Morgue Queen stopped at our boundary and smiled at Ava.

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

Sofia leaned into him, a triumphant smirk on her face. "The Brooklyn docks, the Queens casinos—all the territory I built with my own two hands—are now Rossi territory. You can keep your art galleries and your charity balls." He looked at me like he was doing me a favor. "Sign the papers, and I'll forget about this little scene you made. We go our separate ways." "Go our separate ways?" I repeated his words, then I started to laugh. The sound echoed in the huge, silent church. It was sharp. Ugly.

He gasped in awe. A sinister smile tugged at the corner of Selena's lips as she shook her head in disagreement. “I am not a gangster," she covered the space between them and pushed Tyrone to the wall. She pinned his hands above his head and glared into his eyes as she whispered words that made chills run down Tyrone's spine. “I am a Mafia Queen." Tyrone wanted to breathe but couldn't, he tried to speak, but no words slipped forth from his trembling lips.

Chapter seventy three(heartbreak) Aurora's / Tiara's Point Of View: I let out a sigh as I looked at the clouds. The atmosphere was cool and nice, even making my day better. A grin was plastered on my face as the cool breeze grazed against my delicate ivory skin. Today, I would be introduced to the mafia family as the mafia Queen. Finally, after all these years, this is the part where I succeed and get everything I want. The asset has been transferred. The assets were several copies of forged arts that could be sold for billions of dollars as there are a lot of them.

"Meaning she has first dibs on becoming the next Mafia Queen." "Only if the King doesn't find a suiter of status," Jack interjected. Faye's eyes widen. "Crimson Clan?" "Ah ah ah, eyes on me. This is my moment. Anna Sage is the third oldest of the group and the second-ranked Mafia Princess. She has a bad temper and is not afraid to get dirty but knows when to play it safe. Her family specializes in training Elite snipers, so it's no surprise that Anna is a skilled snipe shooter. But with skill, she is also a renowned street boxer that goes by the allies Sharp Hitter."

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.