100 Novel(s) Related To The Godfather Novel

​I poured a glass of whiskey and stared at the framed copy of my debut novel sitting on the shelf. Cara Mia. ​Writing it had been my only lifeline during this hellish year. It was supposed to be a catharsis, a way to process the madness of being a mafia lord’s wife. Every page was stained with the truth of us. I wrote about the way he smelled of expensive tobacco and gunpowder, the way his Italian filtered through his lips like a prayer, and the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in this world worth saving.

"What do we know about this man?" Roman cleared his throat. "He was in the mafia organisation many years ago but he quit. Now we know nothing other than he's a businessman. Every other thing about him is discreet." The others watched silently as Nikolai walked toward the glass wall overlooking the city skyline. "I don’t believe in coincidences," he said quietly after a long silence. "If my private seal was used, someone inside opened the door for him." Roman swallowed hard, but before he could say a thing, Victor chirped. "You think someone betrayed us?"

Giovanni took one of the seats on the table and waited quietly for the next order from his host. “I hope you know why you are here?” the godfather started, staring at Giovanni. “I received a letter of summon some days ago so I'm here,” Giovanni replied. The godfather rang a small bell on the table and some moments later, a guard walked in, holding a bottle and two glasses in a gold crested tray. He placed it on the table and turned the wine into two glasses before walking out again. “Help yourself.” the godfather said, pointing at the glass. He picked up one glass and took a sip before dropping it on the table. He took out a stick of tobacco and lit it, puffing the smoke out through his nostrils.

However, the strange message made him do a double take. For some reason, the Godfather enjoyed watching him become a harem master. It did not matter if the people he interacted with were male or female. Godfather Veron was an extremely bored person who craved the latest gossip. Zen’s channel was full of wholesome moments which explained the Godfather’s favour. Zen had no idea if catching the eye of the academy’s founder was a positive or negative thing. However, credit was credit.

What the hell was i thinking fucking my godfather. But how was this supposed to make sense to me? To anyone even? My godfather gave me the best sex of my life. I doubted if I’ve ever moaned that load in my entire years of life. I didn’t know I could be pleased in the way I was last night. How was he that good? But I let him, I let him fuck me real good and I knew I was supposed to feel guilty but there was no guilt in my heart. It felt good and I wasn’t able to dispute it.

Her arm got yanked and her body hurled forward into the red leather sofa, and the next time she blinked, the Godfather had a face hovering close to her neck. Terror twisted her face as she jerked back, wrists bound with thick ropes to her back. Some random man next to her shoved her back into him, and she froze when her head slumped against his chest. “You did an excellent job earlier.” His voice rumbled against her earlobe, hands parting her hair aside. Louisa made to flinch back again, but something heavy and metal pressed against her rib, causing her to halt as her heart got caught in her throat. The Godfather moved away from her, leaned forward into the table, and picked up a glass of dry scotch. He popped the bottle, poured the first glass, and brought it like an offering she dared not refuse to her lips.

My name is beautiful and I love how it sounded on his lips. "Damien. Damien Genovese" He says. I froze. Jesus fucking Christ! The man sitting beside me was the infamous King of hell!. Damien Genovese. Chester's arch-enemy??????!!; Of course I knew him, who doesn't know him? Damien Genovese was the Don of the New York Mafia syndicate which means I was currently in his territory. I had left Chester's city to come here because it was owned by his arch enemy but who would have thought I would cross path with the Devil himself?

He has more. Still, I meet his gaze. “I’ll find out who did it,” I tell him, voice low. “And when I do… God help them.” Actually, I mean to say that I know it’s them—all six of them seated in this room drinking their ridiculously expensive scotch. And God help them… Let’s not beat around the bush, God did not help them. By the time I step out of the Godfather’s manor and inhale a deep breath, I am soaked head to toe with blood.

This rigorous structure allows the organization to thrive and expand. The First Modern Godfather: Don Vito Cascio Ferro The first truly known and recognized godfather is Vito Cascio Ferro (1862-1943). A shrewd and ruthless man, he modernizes the mafia and imposes a systematic extortion called the pizzo: a form of tax that all merchants must pay under threat of sanctions. He liked to say that he "pecked" this money like a sparrow pecks its water in a puddle, hence the very term pizzo.

“I have to behave like a good mother who loves her son, I can’t let Max ruin everything that I’ve been building for years with his spoiled behavior.” I stood up and moved closer to where he was sitter—Godfather, Max’s little hand folded into mine. I bowed softly, showing some respect to the Godfather. The very man Lorenzo took after, the oldest drug dealer in the mafia world, who kills without mercy. He smiled softly. His hands opened wide, calling for Max to hug him. Instead of Max running into his embrace, he hid behind my back in fear. “That man seems like an evil man,” Max whispered, but everyone in the room heard him so well.

No wonder my womanhood hurt so much. “Who are you? Why did you call me Godfather?” he asked while wrapping a towel around himself that he picked up from the floor. Even his voice was hot—very manly. That’s why his moans earlier sounded different. His voice was so deep, so different from Jake’s. I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t recognize me. I didn’t know him either. I only found out he was my godfather when my dad tried to set me up with him. See how fate plays its games? Instead of giving my virginity to Jake, I accidentally gave it to my godfather.

Third Person's POV Mia and Riccardo are unaware of the danger lurking near them. The man standing on the hill is a little older than Riccardo. Next to him is a little boy and an older man. The older man looks like an older version of Riccardo. Matteo Marino stands next to Luca Valentino. Don Luca Valentino is the son of the godfather that Riccardo killed to become the new godfather. Enzo, the young boy standing beside the two older men, looks unhappy. The man, his father, is looking at through the binoculars, killed his grandfather. The older man standing next to him is the father of the new godfather. Enzo does not understand why the older man is turning against his own son. Everybody knows in the Italian Mafia that you must stand with your family. He does not understand how a father can betray his son. He will never betray his father, and he knows his father will never betray him.

Two Luca Capaldi It was strange, stepping into my father’s office. Giuseppe Capaldi had been an intimidating figure that ran half of Boston. In polite society, people said my family was in “real estate”. In the criminal world, people knew what that was code for. Cosa nostra. The mob. Giuseppe had been our family’s consigliere. The don. The motherfucking Godfather. People kissed his rings, and did his bidding. But Giuseppe was dead. He’d been shot by the last person I ever expected to shoot him. My wife.

He was a damn jealous one. "I'll try to trace the call, sir," Lorenzo said. I handed over the phone from which I received the call, one of the many I owned. A mafioso can't have just one phone. We need several in case of emergencies. While we waited for Lorenzo's information, my godfather arrived for a visit. In the mafia culture, the godfather was an extremely important figure, a link between families. My godfather was my father's best friend, an eccentric and powerful man. He also played the role of a father figure to me, and his visit was always significant; he often followed my growth more closely than my own father did.

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“You done with your last words? Good. Now get the hell out of my estate.” Cassiano runs all of North America now. Leo’s mother trembled with fear. She scrambled to drag her crippled son off the floor. But Leo fought her like a rabid dog. “I’m not leaving! Aurora is my woman! How can you be so shameless, sleeping with your nephew’s sloppy seconds!” The news of the Godfather’s grand wedding to me had shaken the entire global underworld. These were facts. Written in blood. Unforgettable. Only he was still living in his own pathetic dream world.

And then there was Vincenzo. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. He was supposed to be a monster. The ruthless "Godfather" everyone in the underworld whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. But when he looked at Leo, or when he stood in the hallway with his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes tired, he just looked like a man carrying a heavy, invisible weight.

Skye asked with a soft and gentle tone as if they were friends. “Yeah, she was one kick-ass of a woman. You know, back in the day, women were less active than men, unlike today. But she was different. One of the obvious reasons was because she was the only child of the most feared Mafia Lord at that time,” Vincent answered with his head bending forward as if it was too heavy for him to lift his head up properly. “How about Brandon Ford, also known as “Don”?” Skye asked again. I moved with extreme cautiousness not to create any sound for fear of bothering their conversation as I fetched a bottled from the fridge in the minibar. I handed one to Skye, then one to Marco. We sat side by side as we watched Skye do her thing.

“Guerrero climbed in notoriety, sure. But to get there he’d stolen the family’s merchandise, murdered innocents, and threatened associates to side with him. He thought he’d get away with a warning for the sake of their brotherhood, but when Dante found out, he didn’t think twice. He’d kidnapped and slit the throats of his loved ones for killing members of the D’Angelo family.” I may not know a lot, but murdering members of your own mafia family is taboo. “Why are you talking about yourself in the third person?” Strangely, Dante laughs, and I don’t know what to make of it. “Of all the horrific things I’ve just said, of course, you would fixate on that.” I shrug, “Well, that stood out to me. I guess…”

Nicola asked after Tina was gone. "Not really..." I answered dispiritedly and shook my head a little. "Wait... I think I know what it is..." Nicola said and I met her eyes, wishing she would guess it right so I didn't have to start the topic myself. "Did you finally know everything about who Don Xavier really is? The Godfa..." she deliberately didn't finish it and I just continued her words. "The Godfather thing. Yes, I just found out about it unexpectedly last night." "How?"