Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

Poor girl looking like she will cry any moment. "This is not fair. You are our queen. It has never happened in the history of Mafia. A queen is cleaning floor? No. I can't let this happen. I am your personal maid. I am responsible for all your needs and if some one tells you to do some work, you can order me to do that. My whole life is dedicated just for you my Queen. Please let me do this" She keeps telling me this that her life is dedicated to me. It feels really wrong.

He had raised her to be someone to be feared; she also had another name in the Mafia world. She was known as Belladonna or The Poisonous Nightshade Princess, a prodigy in poisons and a poison herself. Maximus Don had experimented on quite a number of kids from his first wife, trying to reform them into the perfect poison. Many babies had died as a result, but Lana had survived. She was the embodiment of a perfect experiment. A drop of her blood was enough to kill a fully grown adult. Her sweat and saliva, when ingested, could bring about immediate paralysis, and she was immune to any sort of poison. How she married Gray or why Maximus let her go was something only she and Gray himself knew,

I kept my back straight as my fingers curled and my eyes swept over the crowd. “Alessia Nikolai Moretti,” Vescari said formally, “by the power vested in this council, by bloodline, and by right, we crown you Queen of the Mafia.” Slowly he picked up the crown and set it on my head. It felt slightly heavy but not more than the responsibilities that came with it. Mr. Vescari bowed before me. “All hail the Mafia Queen,” he declared. "The Queen had risen." An announcement was made. "Long live Queen" everyone cheered in unison.

he asked astonished, his lips trembling in shock at my unexpected response. “You want to tell him, right? Go ahead and do so. You think I would get on my knees and beg you not to?” I chuckled, my eyes tilting with anger. “Hell no!! Have you forgotten who I am? I am the Mafia Queen!! One who makes men tremble!!” I took another bold step forward, my arms wrapped around my chest. “I was born in blood, Lorenzo. I was raised by a tyrant, and I have taken down men who were more powerful than you”.

The whispers, once a low hum in the halls of the Moretti villa, became a deafening roar. The news, a venomous piece of gossip that traveled faster than any encrypted message, had been leaked to the entire Mafia network. Amara was pregnant. The Queen, the cold, ruthless strategist who had brought an empire to its knees, was carrying a child. The shock was palpable, the implications devastating. The fire of her vengeance, they reasoned, had been doused, replaced by a vulnerability they could exploit.

Even if I need to go through a bloodied path. I took a turn and the news shifted to another.. 'The arrival of new mafia queen.. The underworld is shaken at the arrival of a new queen that it unknown to everyone.. No one has seen her but her fear is settled into everyone.. The world is curious about her as she took down several mafia's at once.. Who could she be...? '

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

“Marcus, Killer, Dexter! It has been some time since we all got together. Buongiorno.” The voice of the man talking doesn’t surprise me, nor the face I turn around to see. Deno Catelli is a man of many forms, fonts, and fronts, but the one we know of him is the Capo of the Catelli Famiglia. A mafia family, that with my help and his brother’s smart plan to marry the most powerful woman in America, Aliyana Capello, now controls the United Nations 5th State, the underworld, because she is the Queen of Killers. She always said it was the Queen Of Killer, me because if she controlled me, she controlled everything. But Aliyana knew as well as I did, that she never controlled me, no one can.

“He’s a mafia king, Chloe. Isaac’s death is just the beginning. If Nicholas finds out you saw it—if he even suspects you’re the one who could burn everything down—he’ll kill you. No second chances. No hesitation. Not even a goodbye.” “No,” she said, shaking her head as she backed toward the open door. “Nicholas wouldn’t—he wouldn’t hurt me.” Adrian laughed under his breath. “You think you know him? That you’re somehow different?” His smile was cruel now. “He’s a man who built his empire on blood and fear. And you… you’re a threat wrapped in a pretty face.” Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “Please…” “Get in the car,” he said, his voice losing the playful edge, now shar

"I heard she had a daughter with you." Samir's narrowed his gaze at him. He had given June her address without knowing she was leading her to the Mafia Queen. Who knew if June had gotten to her? Then Rauf suddenly held his chin tight as if he wanted to pull his teeth out. "Where's her daughter?" Samir's head was running. Everyone knew about the Mafia Queen. She was the most powerful and the most wealthy mafia in the world. Her league was way higher than that of Rauf. If he could have the power of the mafia queen around him why would he have to bend down to Rauf.