Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daughter, nothing else.

A low, dark sound. “Looking for me?” His lips curled, amusement dancing in his expression. “No one in the world dares to come for the Mafia Lord, Princess. Forgotten that?” Nuella scrunched her nose, eyeing him for a few seconds. Such a boastful, arrogant bastard. In her world, she had never imagined she’d be involved with a mafia lord—aside from her own family, of course. Let alone being tangled with the head of them all. Her father’s best friend.

"Because the master is... well, he used to be royalty.." Izora's gaze focused narrower. “royalty? Like pure royalty?” The maid nodded. "Yes." “He belonged to a prince. His family comes from European nobility—old money and strong ties. The master left all when his older brother was crowned king.” Izora blinked silently. She was mute. "You're saying that the mafia king I wed is a real prince?" “Indeed. We thus address you Lady Izora. You have him married to you. That makes you a princess technically.”

His precious fucking mafia princess, Lucky Gianluca. I’ve been stalking him for longer than he even realizes, and boy when he discovers who I am and my connection he is going to be beside himself. The whole fucking lot of them will be shocked. There are some secrets that not even they know. It feels good to be so powerful over them and trust me I have waited many, many years for this.

I wanted to stop both of them, but Sofia stopped me instead. "So, she's your girl?" Sofia asked. I looked at her repeatedly, wondering what I needed to tell her. I didn't want to answer her questions, but Sofia would prod it out of me. It wasn't as if I wanted to deny Lilith this instant, Sofia could pose a danger to her. Sofia Moretti, also known as the siren, was a former Mafia princess. She had inherited La notte after her father's downfall and had made Marco in charge for reasons best known to her.

They make you think hell is better place than the Earth when you mess with them or their families and it's not a good sight. "Hey! Just get this over with" Leo said glaring at all of them. He might look like he is not even a teeny tiny bit interested in this whole situation. But, they all want and need the same thing. Iris Carmela Romano. The Mafia Princess. The angel and their sweetheart.

Annie, you are a better leader than any of us, am proud of you little sis and you deserve the title of the Devil's wife because the only difference between you and the Devil is that you are a woman", Luca! will you shut up, I said in between laughter. My mum embraced me with tears in her eyes, " Baby this life is what I didn't want for you that's why we kept you away, you are behaving just like your aunty Maria, She was known as the wicked Princess till she gave up, she didn't want to have anything to do with the Mafia after the attack, she wanted to have a normal life, so we gave you to her, we knew she will protect you and bring you up to be a gentle and normal lady but little did we know

It was someone he knew,, someone who shouldn't be here. The mafia princess -Hikky. The very woman with whom he had once signed a fake marriage contract, a move meant to buy peace with Alessia instead it was pieces it bought, a truce written in lies. And she wasn't alone. From behind her, another familiar silhouette emerged, her smile curling with venomous satisfaction. Bianca. Luca's breath hissed between his teeth as realization slashed through him. Two women from his past both entangled with him in ways that had already drawn too much blood now stood before him in the shadows of the room where Alessia lay unconscious.

He knew damn well how this works. The Cortese Family runs this city. And I'm the Principessa. "Marco," I said cool, "if she refuses the job, strip her and drop her back at whatever sewer she slithered out of." "No!" Chloe dropped to her knees, sobbing. "I'll go! I'll do it!" I gave a nod. Then looked at Damon. "Next time you bring a stray into my house, you both sleep with the fish." Marco dragged her out. She threw Damon a look—hate and fear mixed in one.

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?