The Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

Falcone again moved to her if she was removed from her way. Chiara had many connections with the dangerous mafia leaders as she was known as the Princess of the strongest Mafia family. Chiara was burning in rage since Phoebe disowned her by calling her slut. Phoebe you will regret every word you used for me “Hello, is everything ready for tonight?” “Yes!” “You will be rewarded but I don’t want any mistake.” “Rest assured Mam. We are well prepared. Your problem will get solved.” “Hang up now! You will get the invitation”

She seemed to have no limits on what she would do or allowed to be done to her in this club. Katia was a gorgeous girl. A thoroughbred with blonde hair which hadn’t come from a bottle, sweet freckles, and whole virgin girl next door look about her. She had a background in ballet and gymnastics, had even come from money. Until she whored around, partied too hard, and got disowned by her wealthy, aristocrat family. And the top of the irony cake, was her brother Claudius, the heir and golden child, hit this club up more times than a Granny bakes cookies. And there was that whole her family’s ties to the Italian Mafia thing, but no one really talked about it. She was a fallen Mafia princess, mo

She wanted to make him pay. She is Ariella Gregory, the only daughter of Alder Gregory, the mafia don. She's a princess of the mafia world! She belongs to the criminal underground; she is a part of the gangster world, a life that she clearly hates. But then again, this was all before. She had just come to terms with the cold, hard reality of what she truly was, and she needed to embrace the only thing that could possibly make her feel like Elliot was still with her. She must accept the fact that she is a mafia princess because this is where Elliot will live within her.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

Although she probably won’t be able to know if I didn’t tell her. I can see she was surprised by the shocked expression on her face. She’s probably wondering how on earth I was able to fall into the hands of the mafia. It was already dangerous enough that I was my father’s daughter, now I’m also a mafia princess as well. Even if we are able to solve this problem now, more problems will arise in the future. But the future is so far away and we have to focus on the now. And right now, I only have Nikolai.

They must have all been there against their will like me. They were all ushered into another room one after the other and they never came back. We heard them being purchased and carried away screaming by their new owners. They all went in until I was the last one left. “For the main act…the Princess of the Sicilian Mafia. She’s a virgin too.” My heart thumped wildly. Everyone knew it was a fetish to fuck a Mafia Princess in the underground. A target had been put on my back. The most dangerous and ruthless men would buy me.

Yes, he shouldn’t have gotten Daphnée pregnant or at all being involved with her, and he was sure that if Dante’s heart was still rock solid, he wouldn’t have tears in his eyes right now. Walking around the building as he felt the afternoon breeze, his mind drifted off. He had his own problems, but the mafia was his biggest. If Dante had his family, why couldn’t he? At some point, he considered having relations with Dante’s cousin and then when Daphnée came; he considered her too, but here she was titled Donna, the Queen of the Bardi Mafia. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the building behind a tree and closed his eyes. His head started to ache from a headache and now, as he opened his eye

Instead, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he signals to his guards to bring me to him. 'Signore e signori, vorrei presentarvi la mia ultima acquisizione, la Principessa Russa, Tavisha Khusnova. Una giovane donna che, evidentemente, non comprende le usanze della nostra mafia italiana. Una cosa a cui sto per porre rimedio immediatamente.' [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my latest acquisition, the Russian Principessa, Tavisha Khusnova. A young lady who clearly does not understand the ways of our Italian Mafia. Something I am about to rectify immediately.]

Faye's eyes dilated, "After I take that title of yours, let's see how long I will be a nonfactor?" The girl smirked. "Is that so?" Faye smirked back. "Yeah." From the crowd's reactions, I could tell these girls were highly important and way out of our league. "Don't be a bitch!" Scarlet snapped. She cannot be serious right now. "Who are you to call me a bitch?" "I am a Mafia Princess." She proudly said.

A low, dark sound. “Looking for me?” His lips curled, amusement dancing in his expression. “No one in the world dares to come for the Mafia Lord, Princess. Forgotten that?” Nuella scrunched her nose, eyeing him for a few seconds. Such a boastful, arrogant bastard. In her world, she had never imagined she’d be involved with a mafia lord—aside from her own family, of course. Let alone being tangled with the head of them all. Her father’s best friend.