Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

Infinitely Ours" Romance Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Cuando dejas tu corazon atras - Book 1 "When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia Libro 2 IVANOV, Mafia Rusa (Only A****n /Unlimited Kindle)

I gulped, trying to control the pounding of my heart. “The opening bid starts at five hundred and five million dollars.” The room became noisy. “Six hundred million...” I didn't know how long the bidding was going on, but I zoned out. The numbers continued to increase, higher and higher. Each voice twisted my stomach tighter. I could not force myself to look at the men who were bidding. I already lost my mafia princess status; I was no longer Lucia Romano, one of the most dangerous mafia families in Italy. I was just a prize, a slut, a possession, and another woman in a cage.

After that, he would be successful in penetrating the Russian mafia. The pads of my palm stroked Marianna's hair gently, showering her with a lot of thanks in me. Her giving birth to Cael made me come back to my senses. Thank whoever made her fall into forced labor, might as well be Nina; every disappointment is a blessing after all. Her light snores captured my attention back to her, she is a very beautiful woman. Ecstatic that we ended up with each other, I didn't care what the world thought of us, we would pull through.

Author Pov Luna was sitting in the room clenching the arms of the chair. Tears were flickering in her eyes threatening to fall anytime. She couldn’t believe it. She got married. She just become a wife of the most feared mafia. And that be against her will. But how funny it is that she’s his puppet more than a wife.

Her robe was drawn tightly around her thin frame, her dark hair streaked with silver, her eyes searching her daughter’s face for answers. Elena forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mama.” Her mother frowned, unconvinced, but said nothing as Elena stepped inside. The warmth of home wrapped around her, smelling faintly of soap and the stew her mother had made earlier. Her little brother was asleep on the couch, his head lolling against the armrest, a comic book slipping from his hand. Elena’s chest tightened. She carefully tucked a blanket over him and brushed the hair from his forehead. He was only twelve. Too young to carry the weight of debts and mafia threats. Too young to understand that his sister

"Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough." "No." Rafael shifted to face her fully. "This isn't about your family name. I've dealt with the Roglases before. They're small-time, barely worth my attention. But tonight, I watched the Bratva, the Calabrians, and a private military contractor all try to grab you. That level of interest doesn't come from being a minor mafia princess." Cassandra's face had gone pale. "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Yet." The car pulled into an underground garage. Rafael's safe house, a renovated warehouse he used for situations exactly like this. Secure, private, impossible to find unless you knew where to look.

“Sophia.” She took a few steps in, running her fingers along a row of spines. “He’s given you the library. How kind.” Kind delivered with the undertones of anything but kindness. “What do you want?” She stopped walking and turned around so that she was facing me completely. Her expression was calm, but I could see something working behind it, something determined in the set of her jaw, in the utter stillness of her. “I want you to understand something,” she said, her voice even and smooth. “No matter what you think is happening here, no matter what story you’ve cooked up about Damian, and this house, and yourself… it’s wrong.”

And that's all that mattered even if she was cursing me. . ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books: Mafia Romance with dark, DARK Heroes: Bride to Be, CAGED, Twisted Marriage!! And another sweet, angsty, steamy book duo: His Broken Princess and His Steel Princess!!

Anna had left Blue City to go work and study more at the John O’Hale Paranormal Institute; a leading institute for the treatment of werewolves, vampires, lycans, bats, sirens, demons and other paranormal species that might need treatment and that was why she was summoned home; her sister deserved the best care and so, she was to be given. In the five years, Georgia had gotten herself certified in managerial and secretarial skills, working as an air hostess for two years before settling to be a chef and then an hotel manager; she also runs a restaurant on the side. She thanked God that she had decided to hire assistants to oversee her duties in case she had to be absent; and then this popped

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.