The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

Alex watched as her husband cried and if it were in a different situation she would have laughed at him because he always bragged that no situation would ever make him cry in public. She looked at him as he cried and clung unto his daughter like his life depended on it. Rick and Tony watched in awe as they could not believe that Rosie was the daughter of the powerful mafia and she had also surprisingly gotten married to a Mafia. As Rosie was crying Sebastian felt his heart ache but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it, it was just a release of emotions. "Dad where have you been"Rosie asked as she pulled out of the hug and wiped her tears.

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”

Her touch was hesitant at first, then confident, practiced. And oh, my God, she was good. It wasn't a surprise, given her admitted double life. But this was a new level of surreal. The bride-to-be, the daughter of one mafia boss and soon-to-be wife of another, gives a professional-grade blowjob to the hired stripper. It was then I realized that cheating on their partners isn't limited to one gender.

Story 2: Title: A night with the virgin bride. Leah Claire thought she had control of her life an amazing job, loving parents, and her future perfectly planned. But on her 22nd birthday, everything shatters. Sold off to a mysterious mafia husband to settle a family debt, Leah’s attempt to reclaim her freedom leads to a wild night with a stranger… who turns out to be the man she was meant to marry. —— "It's my first time" Leah said with a shaky voice and a scared look which made her legs shiver.

I tried to stifle a giggle, but it came out anyway. “You know mafia men treasure long hair on their brides,” Papa commented. “I’m not his bride for two years, Papa,” I stated. “Hopefully, I’m never his bride.” “Don’t start with the sass, Mia Stellina,” Papa said firmly. “Enough already, you two,” Mama chastised. “Bella just got home.” Papa ran his hand through his hair. “Truce?” He asked, holding out his hand. “Truce,” I said, shaking his hand.

“I like Italian food and also horse riding. I hate cheater and liar and well you should know this thing about your husband especially. I am NewYork most feared mafia leader. I own the most vicious and dangerous gang, Scorpionto. I am mafia my dear wife....” Nathan said each word clearly and Sophia slowly raised her head with clear horror on her face as her eyes locked with his, the stainer fell from her hand.....

said Erik pointing towards the empty chair. I nodded my head and walked towards the seat. As soon as I sat the bride and groom arrived. Everyone clapped their hands. My eyes were fixed on them and the person behind them was also a couple. A tall man with cold eyes and a serious face and his partner was shorter than him. The girl had light makeup and was wearing a dark navy blue dress. Her face seemed familiar. I tried to remember where I have seen her but was not able to identify her. As she passed us suddenly I remembered it was her ‘Angee Brooke’ the one who was the biggest clue. If she was her then the man with her must be probably the Mafia King.

It was the day of her wedding, and it was taking place in St. Catherine Chapel, a church where most Mafia families got married. Ana Sophia sat in the room where the bride was supposed to get ready, waiting for her stylist and makeup artist to arrive so that she could get ready. The door to the room was slowly pried open, and she turned around, thinking her glam team was finally here, but it was a bulky-looking man in a tuxedo. She immediately recognized him when she saw the pink eyepatch on his eyes.

The headline blazed across the screen: Luca Morano's Wedding with Mafia Princess Hikky Lopez. Her chest caved in as the image sharpened. Luca stood at the altar beside Hikky, surrounded by gilded flowers and ceremonial shadows. His jaw was locked, unreadable, his suit crisp, his shoulders broad as ever. And Hikky was smiling sweetly, draped in ivory silk, she looked like the perfect bride. Tears streamed down Alessia's cheeks. Each drop was heavier than the last, pulling her deeper into despair.

"Always the life of the party, she had her wish fulfilled when she met what she believed was the man of her dreams at an extravagant event. He was wealthy and charming, showering her with gifts. They were inseparable for a while, and my sister fell deeply in love. But then everything changed. Sasha's behavior shifted, and I pushed her to confide in me about what was wrong. One day, I saw the extensive bruising, and I threatened to tell our father if she didn't reveal the truth. It was the only time she broke down, sobbing as she confessed to me that he had started to abuse her." "That bastard!" Victor exclaimed, his anger palpable. Surprised by his outburst, I found a glimmer of courage to c