The Secret Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

Shivers run down on my spine, just by remembering her intimidating look that time. “King? The underworld mafia king?” a voice came from behind us and turned to see my dad and brother standing on the doorway. “Hm…Yes. The underworld mafia leader of 'Dark Knights'.” I said, nodding my head. “Dude, are you freaking serious? you like mafia princess! MAFIA PRINCESS?” Adrian shouted, holding my shoulders and shaking me. “I..I didn't say that I..I …lik…like her.” I said and closed my eyes in embarrassment.

“Thank you for telling me. I know you probably have a thousand more secrets but I’m grateful you told me what you did. I won’t say anything to anyone unless you want me to.” I smiled at her. “Please don’t,” She mimicked zipping her lips up and throwing the key away. Then she shimmied off her bed and started towards our bathroom. I followed suit and began to get ready for bed. It took me a while to fall asleep that night. I was second guessing telling Loren. I supposed the potential mate bonds between the school’s assholes was the least of my secrets. Being the Princess was number one and I still kept that one to myself. But, if Loren could handle my weird feelings and my secret meetings with

Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk. “I never fail. ” But when he was alone later, staring at the city skyline, his mind wandered back to the princess’s eyes. She had looked at him not with fear, not with awe, but with something else. Resistance. Fire. For the first time in years, Jason felt something he didn’t recognize. Curiosity. And so the deal was sealed. Two worlds, so different they should have repelled each other, were about to collide. Emily, the Rose Princess who longed for freedom, and Jason, the mafia heir born in shadows, were bound together by chains forged not of love, but of power.

She smiled weakly, trying to hide the tears building in her eyes. “I’m twenty years old. I can handle myself,” she whispered. “I’m twenty-six,” I replied softly, “and I can handle anyone who hurts you. So talk.” She looked at me with a weak smile. Changing into a sad look. “I broke up with Brandon.” “Did he cheat on you?” I asked immediately. I should make sure to teach him a lesson. “No,” she shook her head. “He found out about our family’s real mafia business. It scared him, and he couldn’t handle it.”

“Why did you not tell me that you are a princess?!” I looked at her. “What?” “You heard me. You are the princess of the Whiteclaw Pack. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I did not know until recently.” “You knew before today.” “I knew I was Arabella Cross. I did not know Selene considered me a princess.” Sofia folded her arms. “Am I even your friend? You found out that you belong to one of the most powerful families in the supernatural world, and you never thought to mention it?”

“We need to have patience to accomplish big things, Princess! You’re the one who taught us that! Please don’t do anything reckless…” exclaimed the secretary while covering his face. Slap! The fourth princess swung the back of her palm across the secretary’s face before coldly screaming, “You think I need you to teach me how to do things?! “Send word right now! “Even if you’re a little slow, I’ll feed you to the fishes!” The secretary stumbled his way out of the place as loud engines could be heard from outside the villa.

Me included. The men rico came with start firing back, and Carl's men join in firing the Russians, as rico pursues victor. "Baby, take the back door and find a safe place to hide, I will come to you when this shit is done with. We are ending this today" Carl whispers but I refuse to listen. There is no way I'm going to hide while everyone else is fighting. What if I could save someone? Sometimes he forgets that I am a mafia princess and not just a normal pretty girl.

Their love/hate relationship will start off with an unforgettable night, a pinch of revenge, a swirl of pranks here and there, and a whole lot of white lies and secrets. NOW HERE IS THEIR PARENTS STORY, IT'S CALLED (MY FIRST, MY LAST, MY EVERYTHING). HERE'S THE PLOT; Gabriella Merliah Antonio, a 24 year old beautiful, hottest, badass female Mafia Donna that leads the most powerful, Royal Mafia in whole of Mexico and America called 'The Royals'.

Did he just say that? "Marco De Luca will definitely let you into his chamber with that look." He said, making me cringe. He walked over to me and touched my hair. I don't know what he was doing since I was busy drooling due to the closeness. He kept touching my hair as if arranging loose strands and it was a sweet sensation. Then he stepped behind and looked me in the eye. "Your name is Alexandria Mae. You're the only daughter of Gian Mae. You've always had a thing for him, Marco and you want to have a taste of him tonight. He'll take you to his room, tell him you want to spice things up, ask him to show you the LION cause you heard from your father that it is the new merchandise in the mar

so Aarav was right, my father's gang is on my name. “you are in illusion... It’s been so many years....the gang must have been destroyed... They all must have been leaving a normal life, you won't get anything." I said in a bored tone. “oh...princess...how can you be so naive....I can understand , you have always been in care of madhumati.... Ohh...I just want to tell you one more secret... That your Maa is actually your dad's sister... Yes she is ...and one more thing...she is my second wife ...and she is the one who helped me to get you here...and gang can't be destroyed, once in mafia, always in mafia unless and until your leader allows you which is you now and soon will be me....so don't