Novel & Cerita Mafia Queen Aesthetic

Mafia queens, even more so. I got up and walked around the hall, allowing myself to enjoy the beauty of the hall and everything that was going on around me. I tasted some of the food and pastries which tasted amazing and I couldn’t help but commend the cook but I didn’t drink, I was a lightweight and I didn’t want to embarrass myself on my first day as the new and official mafia queen. I also tried to maintain a level of decorum because I knew that since I was now the mafia queen, there was limitations to what I could do or say and that was why I allowed myself to only eat a few things.

I decided immediately that I liked his carefree spirit. I managed to stand amidst the ache from bruises and migraine in my body, and met Mia's eyes for the first time. Wow, the lycans hadn't lied about her beauty, nor had they about their iciness. She had the appearance and aura of a Queen bitch through and through with cold green eyes and firm disapproving lips which didn't seem pleased with anything or anyone. But she was slender and tanned and wore designers' made with the most beautiful colours of material. She looked really classy and wore her long honey brown hair in an elegant style.

’ One of them tossed the chemise at her and she calmly tossed it back at him lifting her chin in a challenge, ‘Wear that or you go naked whore the choice is yours. The other man yawned and opened the cell door to grab her she ducked under his arm and shoved him in the back sending him crashing into the cell bars and breaking his nose. Like the idiot he was the second guard lunged forward in defence of his friend and she grabbed his wrist and twisted his momentum sent him forward and the sickening snap of bones made her smile. Wasting no time she slammed the cell door shut and locked it sticking their guns in her shorts she left them moaning in agony if she had time she would come back and sh

"Oh, do not give me that bullsh*t, you know who I mean" "I am afraid, I do not," Carmencita answered and looked around. "As you know, there are plenty of girls around here..." "The girl... The blonde-haired married to my son!" "Oh...!" Carmencita voiced and smiled. "The Mafia Queen." "She is no Queen!" Munika replied derogatorily and fisted her hands which were on top of the table. "Now spit it out. What have you been feeding her?" "Delicious food, healthy fruits and vegetables, vitamins for a strong and healthy womb, of course"

she said. Dante placed the folder back on the desk. Then he moved closer. “You're becoming very confident.” “I've had to.” “Because of your new friends?” Aria's eyes narrowed. Dante noticed. That tiny reaction was enough. “So you do know.” Aria said nothing. “The headquarters,” Dante continued. “The people who bow their heads when you walk through the door. The people who call you Queen.” Aria's face remained composed. Dante watched her carefully. “You're the Mafia Queen.”

"Oh, and book me a flight to Iceland. I want to see the Northern Lights." "As you wish, Donna." I hung up the phone. I looked at my reflection in the glass and smiled. This is the life. This whole 'mafia queen' gig? I fucking love it.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

I glance in the mirror and barely recognize myself. Sam sits me down and starts on my makeup. “Okay, we’re going smoky tonight. Soft shimmer on the lids, winged liner, and a nude lip. You want Luca to stare at your eyes, then your mouth, then your—” “Sam!” “Fine, fine. I’ll behave. But I’m telling you, this look is lethal.” She finishes with a spritz of setting spray and fluffs my curls. “There. You look like a mafia queen with a secret.”

“It creates talk.” “I’m not avoiding anyone,” I said carefully. “I’ve just been resting.” “For three months?” she snapped. Her eyebrow lifted, heat crept up my neck.“I…” “You are a Moretti now,” she cut in. “Whether you like it or not.” Her voice dropped lower. “When people see you, they shouldn’t see weakness. They should see strength, stability.” She stepped closer. “I did not raise my sons to be associated with… instability.” The word stung more than it should.

Not again. “Have you fucking heard about what the new queen is doing? Man Misha is really something else. While she was meeting her father’s partners and acquaintances she was collecting the rogues in the dark. I heard she had all those fucker locked up in some warehouse and they say she is fucking them up. I really want to see it for myself. Wow, I have some new respect for her now.” Armani walked into the office stalking and smiling like a fool and I gripped my hair tightly in my fists.