Novel Mafia Novels & Stories

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

He could see her, sitting behind the glass wall, her fingers dancing over her manuscript, her eyes lit by ambition. And he was here, in his own opposite world, being someone different from who she knew. There were lots of things he had not told her. Things like— Noble Write belonged to her from the moment they rejected her manuscript. Things like he was a mafia lord who killed without a second thought. His fingers twitched, the secret burning deeper than the pain from a hot metal to a skin. She hated mafias. Hated the blood, the darkness, the power, the authority, the killings, and he… he was all of those things.

I saw Rosimeire appear in the hallway carrying bags, followed by a man carrying many more. "What is all this? Are they clothes?" "No, they are books." "Oh my God! Your library will receive many new titles." "They're not for me." "Who are they for?" "I was born into the mafia; my father was one of Lorenzo's capos, and I learned a lot from an early age. I imagine it was a bit different for you, as you left your family as a child. But know that in this world there is a lot of luxury, but there is also a very poor part. My family's businesses predominated in a very disadvantaged neighborhood of the city, and I saw people, especially children, go through countless hardships. They fear for their s

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

For a woman, Novela seems to be a feisty one and is quite stubborn, reminding me more about Jessica, who can be quite stubborn at times. “Are you threatening us?” One of the Mafia bosses, he asked with a sharp tone. Doom chuckled. “So what? The only reason you had an upper hand was because of the Mafia God, and now he's dead. Don't think your arrogance would be tolerated for long ” “It seems you've overstayed your welcome, Novela. I shouldn't have to ask you to be dragged out of here.” Micheal said as he called in his men who had been standing at the entrance.

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

- You are a hypocrite that frankenstein, it was not David Del Valle, you disrespected me first, and I always knew that the damned one is still alive, and I am not sure where you have him, but I do know he is alive. Maria De La Cruz, and her people had undoubtedly gone overboard with their actions again, as they would have bought one more great enemy, but what is a mafia without enemies? They put the Colombian totally naked, they totally changed him, they checked his ears, hair, nails, so that he would not have any secrets, they left him in the Brazilian border to survive as he could, and that was undoubtedly the beginning of the great mafia war, that would have been detonated, thanks to him,