Novel & Cerita Royal Blood And Mafia Knight

However, he didn’t confess his feelings to her, because first he wants to tell her about him being the mafia king. Sanjeev knew about his feelings towards his sister. In these 6 months, Sanjeev came to know that how much wrong he was about Harry. Sanjeev came to know that being in the mafia also; Knight Family had some principles which they follow strictly. Knight Family never insulted, nor did they allow anyone to insult women. Men could not raise their hands on women, they were dangerous, ruthless, but they never did injustice with the innocents. Sanjeev being the closest friend of Harry, was able to know more about their business. Harrison’s father died when he came to the university, tha

Raffaello walked into the hospital room and sat down beside me. 'We found him. He is in one of our cells.' I jumped off my chair when I heard his words. 'Good.' I already was planning what I was going to do to that bastard. No one hurts my baby. 'He will be sorry he ever hurt my girl.' My voice was low and full of hatred to that man. I am going to kill him. I will cut his fingers off one by one, for touching my girl. Next are his feet, for kicking my girl. His eyes will be ripped out too, for looking at my..'

My suspicions were confirmed when something Gran said caught my attention. "I guess this means owe Rogan a batch of his favorite cookies." "Or we could bypass him all together, and I'll just take those cookies." The smile on his face was breathtaking. It was one of those smiles that reached all the way to the depths of his eyes. Making them shine with a hint of boyish mischief. His perfect teeth and sexy lips were on full display. The charisma dripped off of this man like nothing I have ever seen before. This right here, ladies and gentlemen, is royalty. Mafia royalty at that.

Arianna Romano "What do you want?" I snap as we walk into my office to have some personal conversation. "Arianna, I am your father, the former King of the Italian-American Mafia!" He brags blindly, walking around my table. "Why would you ask such a stupid question?" "You just said it yourself, the FORMER king. It's my reign now so you have no business here now." He takes a long hard look at me. "I heard you exchanged our confidential information for a little girl?"

"And this is the answer of a true knight." Mr. Knightly replied. Wolf was not surprised or flattered. He knew what he was. Mr. Knightly walked to the window and looked through the glass window. It was dark outside. And even if the sun rises, it will still be dark. The pain people are living is worth mourning. And this will never come to an end unless the mafia goes down. Mr. Knightly asked the boy: "What if we have a contract?"

Vermeil cried and immediately helped Raine sit up on the seat. “No wonder…” Raine muttered as his eyes turned red. “No wonder I became her ‘incarnation’…” he said. “Same blood is running through our veins… Rayven, the knight… should he also have royal blood?” he asked as he looked at Vira. Vira nodded in affirmation. “The nobles share the same blood as the royal family because they are their distant relatives.” She said. “That is why if the royal family is no more, it was the nobles’ turn to rule the kingdom.” She explained.

The maid stepped forward, and the priest took the knife in his hands. "You will both be like cottons sewn together. Man and wife, a bond thicker than that of any other." The priest said, taking Ragaleon's hand, he slowly inserted the sharp knife into his palm, parting it a little, and blood flowed out. He did the same for Micah; she quivered as the knife ran through her palm. Then slowly the priest placed Micah's palm on Ragaleon's and rubbed them together. "Blood is thicker than water; today you are joined with blood, unbreakable, impenetrable. Repeat after me…

I was shattered and assumed it could not get any worse, but I was wrong. On my eighteenth birthday, my father and I had a fight. I had expected him to be home for my birthday, but he could not. I was tired of being surrounded by people who despised me, so I drank for the first time. I was turning eighteen, after all. I reminded myself. The next morning, I awoke in my bed with no idea how I got there, but that was not the worst. The worst part was that I was naked and no longer felt like a virgin. I tried but could not recall the previous night's events. I only remembered sitting and talking with Logan, who had surprised me earlier in the night by offering me a drink. Logan Grey was the son o

She couldn't be the daughter of a Mafia lord, never. Enzo's expression grew intense as he leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur cutting through the tense air. "You are Gabriella Lombardi, whether you accept it or not. The blood of a powerful lineage runs through your veins, and that's something you can't simply wish away because it's inconvenient."

“You weren’t just born into danger. You were born into legacy. And the blood the Montalbans want… it’s not just rare. It’s royal.” The words hit me like thunder. My heart skipped a beat, my throat tightening. Royal blood. Mafia blood. My mind was spinning, but before I could say anything, Lucien stood up, his expression unreadable again. “Get some rest,” he said quietly. “Things will get harder before they get easier.” He walked toward the door, but before he stepped out, he glanced back, that same knowing look in his eyes. “You really don’t remember the last thing I said to you before you left the coast, huh?” he murmured.