The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers Novels & Stories

Steve holds her hand. "I know you're hella shocked princess.. and you're not dreaming, it's reality.. I don't know from where to start but I had loved you from the time I had meet you and seen you.. it was the most beautiful moment when you had entered in my life.. after mom dad I had never thought that someone will matters me this much or be so much important for me but you had.. you had become my life, I can't even imagine my life without you.. for the whole world I'm a rude, arrogant mafia king, but for you I'm your maddo, bandar and all.." Steve says making Amy giggles while he continues.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

"Hey, sis, you are as chirpy as ever." "Come on in, mom said you are coming over. Can I grab you a beer?" "Yes, please, Lulu." "Tell me, what is the matter? I can see it all over your face." "Promise you are not going to laugh?" "Why will I make fun of my big brother?" "Yes, and that there just tells me that you are going to." "I promise you I won't." Even having to say these words feels as if a dagger is being driven straight through my heart. I am a mafia boss, and I cannot keep my emotions intact. It is not truly my emotions I am having the biggest problem with; it is my heart.

I turn her around and find the worry that is reflected in her eyes, “What is it that you wish to do?” “Well, this might sound rather messed up, but in a way, I wish to live up to the legacy of the Stone Crime Family.” Then she pauses for a brief while. “My dad was the best damn Mafia Boss that you could find.” “That I do not doubt for one second.” And with that, the choice is being made, even though I wish not for it to be, it is done and said. “Princess, then you shall take your rightful place at the top where you are supposed to be.”

I said "you wanted out, so I gave you out," he said and started eating from the cookies on the table. "you made these yourself, right?" he asked. "Yeah, but let me guess now you want me in again, am I right dad?" I said knowing the answer already. "to be honest, yes I mean you're still the Mafia Princess." my dad said and when I was about to answer the doorbell rang I went and opened the door. "good evening, Tasha." Alexander was standing with his father and sister.

Not knowing that Lucus had three actual brothers besides Alex, Tony and Grant, who were his brothers by blood. “Yes, Three. You see, when I was young, Roberto had taken away my firsts. My first relationship, my first kiss, even my first time being intimate with a man. Roberto was the man I had first lost my virginity to and for that I loathed him. Did I ever forgive him? Sure. I did gradually over time, coming to terms that while that man had robbed me of basically everything, could still manage to make me feel safe and loved. And being so young I was always a hot mess of emotions. From being naive to being groomed, it was my duty as the Mafia Queen to produce heirs. And as women being born

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

“Don Diego has been in the mafia all his life. It doesn’t take chocolates and candies to become the mafia Don of a family as huge as the Gonzalez family.” He leaned back into his seat and placed a hand on his steering wheel. “We’ve got more enemies than friends. He’s got enemies that used to hate his dad but now hate him, and he doesn’t even know what disagreement happened between them. “But every single time we’re attacked, he doesn’t shy away from the battlefield, he leads it. Every scar on his body, he earned it. They are the prices for every battle he has won.”

My brother lay in a growing pool of red, his chest shuddering once, twice, then still. Giovanni brushed his suit jacket, wiping Jack’s blood from his collar like it was a speck of dust. His grin returned, wider, crueler. “And there ends the story of the unworthy heir.” A sound tore from my throat—half snarl, half roar. I didn’t recognize it as mine until I realized my fists were bleeding from where I’d slammed them into the table. “You killed my brother.” Giovanni tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Correction, Kraven. He killed himself the moment he betrayed you as the Mafia's law implies that no one betrays his own brother or else will be killed. I just accelerated the process.”

“Do you have siblings?” “I have a brother, Marco, who’s thirteen, and a sister, Marcella, who’s seven,” Isabella told me. “Your dad seems nice,” I stated. “He can be, unless you’re his enemy,” Isabella said sheepishly. I chuckled, “Does he have many enemies?” “Yes,” Isabella stated bluntly. I was taken aback. It must have shown on my face because Isabella started to spill her truth. “I’m a mafia princess, Zander,” Isabella advised. “My dad is a mafia don. Does that scare you, Zander?”