Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

Sandro commented while his eyes gleamed when he imagined himself bathing in Viso's pathetic blood. "Not your creativity but mine, Sandro. He insulted me, Gina Moretti. I should be the one showing him how creative I am, don't you think, brother?" Gina said with a crooked smirk on her lips. Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess.

I'm ready to be myself again. His response was a single word: *Finally.* Elena climbed back into bed. This time, sleep came easily. Because for the first time in five years, she knew exactly who she was. Elena Vittoria Accardi. Mafia princess. Artist. Fighter. And she was done playing nice.

She wanted to make him pay. She is Ariella Gregory, the only daughter of Alder Gregory, the mafia don. She's a princess of the mafia world! She belongs to the criminal underground; she is a part of the gangster world, a life that she clearly hates. But then again, this was all before. She had just come to terms with the cold, hard reality of what she truly was, and she needed to embrace the only thing that could possibly make her feel like Elliot was still with her. She must accept the fact that she is a mafia princess because this is where Elliot will live within her.

Just then, my princess, move but inches forward to the seven men that are watching her as they are trembling, “Now, I suggest that we all drop our guns and have a decent meal.” Then there is a clever ass mouth that feels the need to say something, “You are just a girl with a gun in her hand. Do you even know how to use that thing?” I watch as my princess only laughs and gives me a slight wink, then she turns back to him, “This girl is Cassandra Cummings, and my father, Joseph, I am sure if he could talk, he would tell you that I know exactly how to use this thing.” But if I think that would make the fool back down, he only but raises his gun higher and start to break out in a fit of uncontro

And i'm sitting on the loveseat. Half way through the movie Kaizer suddenly spoke. "Oh, Dude can we talk to you about some business?" he asks stressing the last word then glancing my way making me frown. That definitely means something. "Just say it she'll know about it anyways" Xavier state. "She's part of her family's org. so you guys have nothing to hide from her" he continues and it drowns into me. They are also part of the mafia Xavier runs. With that said all three of them turned to me with surprise. "Who knew the famous Cloudethe Raze Mariano is a mafia princess" Sebastian state making me chuckle. "Yeah..a princess you gotta be scared of" Xavier commented meaningfully making all of ou

His desperate howls rang through the dungeon. Angelina came to me immediately after she left the dungeon. She sat across from me with an obsequious smile. "I can give you the ledger for all of the Passinis' core businesses, along with everything my Padre runs, Signora Valerini." "What do you want in return?" I asked apathetically, lounging on the couch and toying with a handgun. "I want out of this city and five million dollars to start over," she answered, her eyes burning with greed.

Liora’s POV Business had been, frankly, chaotic—in the best possible way. Within three months, I’d acquired another building in New York. The third casino under my family’s name was officially in progress. I was walking through the lobby with the décor team, halfway into a conversation about light fixtures, when a woman—yes, an actual woman—came flying out of nowhere and practically collapsed at my feet. I looked down. Viola. “Viola?” She stood, brushing herself off like nothing had happened, and flashed a tiny diamond ring that was barely visible unless you had a microscope handy.

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.

Right from a young age, she had built her connection and influence in stones so it was a wise move for Damien to seek her help in the war. Dalia had only ever cared for three things. Her son, Ash. Her younger brother, Dante, and her business. She was the princess of the Melwart family but also the only mafia princess that topped the entire mafia world to sit on the throne. Her power was not just wielded in her hands, it was in her every steps. At the very least, Dalia was not going to play support for anyone. That was Dmitri happiness at this point. The first person he had to deal with was Grandpa Yuri. If he could get the power of the man, it would be a great boost in the fight.