My Mobster Girlfriend Novels & Stories

With this actions, Raymond concluded they were federal agents. “We seek a lady by the name, Grace….” Reyes couldn’t remember her last name. “…..Brunt” the specialist quickly said and stretched out his hand to shake Raymond too. “You must be Raymond, her boyfriend. I’ve seen your pictures a couple of time” “Yes, she is my girlfriend” Raymond answered confidently. No matter what would happen or could have happened. He would never deny Grace was his girlfriend.

She asked. "My best friend will have his victory party next month, and I want you to come with me. And all you have to do is pretend to be my girlfriend." He proudly speaks, thinking she'll agree right away. He was confident that he was every girl's dream. To be known as the girlfriend of the most handsome, good-looking, hot, wealthy man, Nathan Conner, was a privilege. "Why me?" She scowled unknowingly. He was surprised. "I'll pay you, don't worry. It's not part of the deal. As long as it turns out well, name me the price. I'll give it to you." Nathan thought money would change her mind quickly.

that you didn't have a girlfriend, that you were looking for one, but that you weren't in any relationship. "It doesn't matter what my mother said "he cuts her off disdainfully "She doesn't know about my life, so she doesn't know about my girlfriend " suddenly I feel an arm around my waist and after that my boss's body presses against mine, holding me tightly "Tabatha, meet my girlfriend, Audrey Turner. My body becomes rigid, from his contact and his words. What the fuck? This means he won't kick me out. And if not, I will have to see the need to demand a raise.

(Alessia’s POV) I didn't expect Victor to propose so soon. In fact, I had only agreed to be his girlfriend a week ago. But he looked at me with such sincerity, his voice firm. "I've been dreaming of this moment for five years." "It's not fast for me. I just want to have you, completely. To be your husband. Darling, I'm the one who needs a little security from you." The ruthless Italian Godfather, who made life-or-death decisions without blinking, now looked... almost vulnerable.

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

"He brought this many men? If I didn't know better, I'd think he absolutely hated his girlfriend." "Good thing he failed. At least now she sees what kind of animal he really is." "Saying she wasted his time? That's actually hilarious." "Look at how that whole family dresses. They've definitely been living off her money for years." "With someone supporting him like that, his job probably wasn't bad either." "If she kept putting off marriage, maybe it's because he wasn't ambitious enough." "I doubt that's the only reason. That homegirl of his keeps calling herself his queen or whatever. Who could tolerate their boyfriend having a girl like that around?"

“Sorry, about that, what was he? Like his profession?” “He was an FBI agent,” “FBI agent?” I drawled. “Yes,” she concurred. “Wow, I didn't know those fuckers fall in love,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “So what about you? Where's your girlfriend? Because I was wondering why you want me to be your pet when the last time I checked I saw you and her together” She asked. “Good question,” I placed my hand in my pocket, brought out my phone, and showed her the video Rodriguez sent me.

"Okay, angelo mio. Everyone is excited to see you so get some rest tomorrow is a very busy day." I smiled weakly. My engagement party was tomorrow, to a man I hardly knew. His name was Emilio Armani and he was 40, the head of the Italian mafia. A shiver ran down my spin. I had just turned 20, but this was a peace treaty that had to be honored. If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family.

it's okay with me. Let's see what he calls? "She's my....." I waited patiently. Don't you dare call me your girlfriend or wife. ".....new house maid." My jaw dropped in disbelief. Marcel snickered in return, "Just a house maid and got an attitude like a boss." A freaking house maid. Seriously??!! I've got a degree in finance and business management with good scores for god sake. I wanted to yell but sadly I couldn't. Because standing infront of me were two terrifying mobsters.

“The men at the restaurant weren’t random terrorists, Alex. They were after me.” Alex’s smirk faded slightly. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out. What I don’t get is why.” Damien took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together. “The Cobra isn’t just some gang. They’re an international organization—dangerous, well-funded, and relentless. I used to be part of them, when my family was in great dept and I need money for my parents medication.” Alex blinked, his body stiffening slightly. “…What?”