The Secret Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

Perhaps it can just be a car that is going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes constitutes as a car that you truly need to keep your eyes out for in this nasty big old Mafia world. Has the danger come to Trinity’s doorstep as we always thought? “Princess, there is a change of plans; we are going to my place.” Now the girl gets a smile wider than her face can carry, ya…I know what she is thinking, and honey, it ain't happening. So without having to alarm her, I make the shit poor ass excuse up that I need to get some things from home, when in fact, I need to get my hands on some more firepower than what I have. I don’t want to fucking spook the girl.

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.

“You don't know that unless you try, look, again I don't know her but if you don't grab your chance, others will. I will” I didn't wait for more of this conversation, I walked to the living room and poured myself a glass of whiskey before watching the partying strangers in my mothers' house. “Jade!” I heard from behind me. I knew that voice surprised I turned around. “Violet Christina Morgenstern,” I said before I hugged the beautiful blonde girl who looked nothing like the best friend I left behind three years ago. When I left she wore glasses and dressed kind of dorky, now she was wearing lenses, her clothes looked amazing on her, Black skinny jeans and a loose white crop top, and her make

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.

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.

"Okay,go talk with you father and brother i will take out the medicines" Mom said . Dad and Lorenzo were waiting for me. So i guess i have to follow them. I got up and thanked maid for food and followed them. Well here it goes. Dad was sitting at a chair beside Lorenzo and lorenzo was sitting at the head table. " so princess we would like to talk about something" Oh my god they know right? They know about my secret. Suddenly my hand started to shake and i was feeling nervous. Seeing my state dad said " we only want to talk about some rules"

Because I am 5 feet tall, the dress was too long for me. I was curious about the year that monster guy was born. Why did Dawin buy everything for me during Maria Clara's reign? Until I had a brilliant idea. I hastily exited the room and dialed Erna's number. Later, I returned to Dawin's room, with thread, a needle, and scissors. That is where I shine. My mother did not encourage my dream of becoming a fashion designer.

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daughter, nothing else.