Mafia (1,154 mafia fanfics)
In an underground society of darkness, Andy seeks his dazzling starlight.
She was torn between the underground hellhole with dark loyalty, cruel love and ruthless truths; and the outside world blooming with beautiful lies and masked corruption.
He hate coffee and never like the taste ever since. But then one day he changes as he met her in the small coffee shop. And just like caffeine, she is so addictive. Oh Sehun the dangerous man. The one that will easily scares people off by only his gaze. He is so bad yet so captivating that lures her into his hold, becomes his and under his power. Mafia theme AU x OC fanfiction.
Tokyo, 2019. When Mino is brought back to Tokyo after years living in South Korea, he didn't expect to meet the blue-eyed Natsumi Watanabe. She is anything but your typical Yakuza. She was a Gaijin, yet she was second to no one except for the boss; her father. When the estranged son of the yakuza and the proud daughter of one meet, their lives take an interesting turn. He gets dragged in a life full of danger and violence
Jungkook knows that one day he would have to succeed as the 11th boss of the biggest mafia group in the world, Vongola. What he didn't know was that the trials ahead he had to overcome would happen at a tender age of 16. First year in highschool and still handling puberty, Jungkook has to train himself to be the boss that can protect his family.
Lee Yumi unfortunately find herself in the world of deadly desperate and terrible gang and not to mention the southern mafia boss Byun Baekhyun who cares about money, power and fame.
Jeonghan is a fairytale illustrator who struggles to make ends meet, meanwhile, his childhood friend Joshua is famous painter. When he agrees to spend a summer with him at his home, he gets more than he bargained for.
In between sniffles she mustered up the courage to say what she had to say. Breathing erratically she spat with disdain, "You have always been a murderer, but now, so am I..."
On the desk lays a surprisingly small folder, attached to the front is a picture of a grim-looking young woman holding up a card with her inmate number. Her fingers and parts of her cheek are coloured in red, maybe blood, maybe ink, who knows. The investigator flicks the file open, once he’s seated. He’s surprised by the amount of censored information and the notes the previous, now dead, investigator left. Surprised, since the suspect was a high-ranking officer and t