Reborn Mafia Novels & Stories

Rebecca could not believe him. While the option he was giving her was indeed better than having to spend the rest of her life as a slave, as a person, it was not any better at all for her. If she were to appear as the leader of a mafia group, if someone- be it one of the members or whoever it was Christian was going to have punished, or god forbid if it was Christian himself- were to make contact with the police with the information, she would definitely be ruined. Forget 'selling' her out to the police, the mafia may just abandon her to them, just like her father did.

Seb explained to me. “So, you are trying to find out why he did it?” I asked while staring at the man. “He keeps insisting that he did it for the money, but after years of working with him, I don't believe it was for the money because he has enough money and could even pass for a billionaire even before he joined the Mafia,” Seb said with a tired expression. “What of family?” I asked him with thoughtful expression. “He is an orphan,” Seb replied. “Wife? Child?” I said while observing the man's expression, and just like I thought, his eyes became unfocused when I mentioned child.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

My stomach clenched as hate rose hot and bitter. Tears pricked as the night replayed in a dozen sharp flashes: rain, boots, blood and Sienna’s laugh slipping like a knife. The chyron at the bottom of the screen read: 20—11—2064. A year ago. The same night they killed me. Dante. I’m back. And I’ll make you watch the world you built burn starting with your child, Sienna.

I didn't want to see her marriage implode, so I idiotically kept her secrets, not expecting her to weaponize my silence. She pinned all her trashy affairs, accidental pregnancies, and debts onto me, ultimately making me take the fall for a crime that ended my life. The blinding terror of my death in that past life was still fresh in my mind. But now that I was reborn, I refused to play the sacrificial lamb again. The Carters were one of the most prominent families in the city. Marrying Jake was Brenda's golden ticket out of her working-class roots. Jake's parents had always looked down on her humble background. If they ever found out she was actively stepping out on their son, she would be t

An icy smile curved my lips as I stared back at him. “There’s no chance in hell I’ll let that happen.” “I gave you Stormborn,” he pushed, lips curling. “I can take it back.” I let out a short, humourless laugh. “You didn’t give me shit,” I shot back. “When I left with all those people, they signed themselves out of the registry of Bloodhound. Remember?” .“Legally, they don’t belong to you.” I lifted my hand and pointed to my chest. “I am their Alpha.”

to the Don of the Cobella family. "No... this can't be..." Leone muttered to himself, his fingers tightening so hard on the tablet it nearly cracked. He couldn't accept that the woman who had once been his，though he had never truly valued her, was now the future Madre of one of Europe's most powerful Mafia families! A wave of overwhelming loss, regret, jealousy, and sheer panic at being completely abandoned washed over him. He had lost me. Permanently lost me. And I had fallen into the arms of another man—more powerful, younger, and clearly one who had sheltered me in my time of need.

“C-can you give me two more days? Three days to recover? Maybe my body has recovered… but my heart? I’m shattered. I’m exhausted from everything that’s happened! Three days isn’t enough to face reality. I lost my baby and the man I love—” I gasped when he grabbed my shoulders hard. “The man who betrayed you,” he cut in coldly. “Are you grieving for someone who made a fool of you? Who slept with your own mother?” Disgust flashed in his eyes. “They both betrayed you, Rebecca. He used you and your mother—” “H-how do you know all that?” He released me, but something caught my eye. His wrist. I grabbed his hand and stared at the tattoo inked on his pulse point.

Anonymous tips to rival gangs. Financial sabotage. Doctored messages that sounded real enough to spark blood feuds. Within a week, their enemies were in chaos—turning on each other, desperate and confused. And the police suddenly received packages containing damning evidence: Human trafficking routes. Money laundering maps. Names of leaders. Lists of buyers. Locations of safe houses. Old Man Liam simply said: “Tomas, sit back. They’ll destroy themselves.” Meanwhile, the Vale household tightened its defenses. Sherephina wasn’t allowed to go anywhere alone. Elias assigned two shadows to follow her everywhere without her knowledge — until she guessed it and confronted him.

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.