What Happened To Princess From Crime Mob นิยาย & เรื่องราว

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

It wasn't a strange ordeal, it was common for little things to get inflated and spread through the institute. Apparently, there was a rumor of Mateo cackling like a mad man as he broke a few of the king's fingers. It was what the word had gotten out as but.. in reality it was just a few chuckles and the king only had a sprain or two in his fingers. Mateo wasn't bothered in the least. After all, a showdown between the Mafia Prince and the King is no everyday phenomena. It isn't common for them to have much gossip to talk about, so when they get the opportunity, they enjoy the events unfolding before them. Mateo knew though, in an hour or two they would get bored and return to their original s

This was the best life, any girl in her position could ever have, but yet she wasn’t happy. Not at all. She wasn’t ungrateful, or anything, but she couldn’t stop, remembering her mistress, her princess. Her Princess, Eretria, of the Southern Isles. She could remember that fateful, month, that dreadful day, the prince marched into their kingdom, and took her princess, collared her, in front of everybody as she was pulled across the streets, like a commoner. She screamed and reached out for her princess, but she was held back, by the officers, who kept her still and subtle, until the prince waltzed in front of her, staring down at her.

I'm trying to take all this shit in. I had a mafia princess in my jurisdiction for a while and had no idea. How the fuck did she slip by my guys? She wasn't even using an alias, not that anyone knew too much about Rossi's only offspring. She was one of the mob's best kept secrets. "Swear to me that you didn't play me Mouth." I could forgive anything but the thought that she might've played me wasn't one of them, I'd let her into my circle, introduced her to ma. Fuck, ma.

“You won’t fucking kill me. You’re too innocent.” I glared at him. “I’m not the fairytale princess. I’m the mafia princess. I shoot to kill.” And I shot him. Vicrum let out a groan and coughed up blood as the bullet hit him. I shot him again for good measure. And he bled more.

"Non so se lo sai, ma la principessa di Asentrix è misteriosamente scomparsa, e indovina chi ho trovato l'ha rapita e l'ha sempre fottuta, mettendo a repentaglio tutta la tua mafia e arrivando persino a recuperare i tuoi stupefacenti una priorità inferiore." (I don't know if you know, but the princess of Asentrix has been mysteriously missing, and guess who I found has kidnapped the princess and has been fucking her all along, putting your entire mafia in jeopardy and even going so far as to make retrieving your narcotics a lower priority.) As soon as Sofia uttered those words, Dimitri's father abruptly ended the call. A mischievous smirk spread across Sofia's face, anticipating the inevitab

Leaning against the wall, I pull up my phone and smirk when I see the notifications from my bank. Someone had used my card at the Rona close to my house, and I can't help but chuckle. It seems my Princess went out to go shopping instead of ordering everything online like she said she would. Hell, I had a feeling she was going to head out when she asked if I had a truck she could borrow, I just never thought it would be to the nearest home improvement store.

she said, keeping her voice steady. Kayra clearly had her own ideas about CloudClaw's royalty, and Valia could see how wrong they were. From what she had overheard, the Princess genuinely cared for her people. Every extreme measure, every seemingly harsh act, was all to root out crime and fraud. Valia suspected the ones dragged from the streets were not innocent victims at all, but criminals daring to play the victim. Mayra lifted her chisel once more, the motion precise and practiced. “You strike me as a decent girl,” she said, her eyes studying Valia briefly.

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.

"My only regret is the day I pulled you out of the slums and brought you to live with Sophia and me! You spent the family's money, trained in combat, learned intelligence work… and for what? To become an accomplice to a murderer!" The main screen in the tribunal hall lit up. The livestream to the underworld was live, and countless eyes followed it on their screens. Valeria's voice echoed through the chamber, amplified by the speakers. "Today, I will show everyone what this traitorous scum, this bastardo who shielded a murderer, has been hiding!" The moment she hit the switch, I heard my own scream. Needles pierced my scalp with searing pain, and my consciousness began to unravel, beyond my c