Central Cee Father Novels & Stories

my father grumbled. “Fine. Chef VC,” Cia chuckled. It pleased my father that she had given him the nickname “Chef VC” in recognition of his superb culinary abilities. “Hey, not here. I have to maintain my scary image,” my father smirked. “Image? You are rather frightening, VC,” Cia remarked. “Now go. Sally could need your assistance to protect him from the Russian boss. The guy is boring,” she murmured. Cia smiled as my father moved in the direction of his companion. Oh, no! “Cia, why are you smiling like that?” I asked.

He looks restless and somehow I am worried for him. "How sure you are that she is the woman that you guys are finding?" I query, masking the nervousness of my voice. "It is a credible source, Little. Cassinno just hope that Costello didn't do anything to her" I fisted my hand. They didn't know anything to Celeste. How did I know? Because I am Celeste , the woman they have been finding for fifteen years. I was Celeste Astraea Cortezi the only child of Carter and Savannah Cortezi. That is why there is no way that Zacharias is my father's son because I do not have a brother. And one more thing, my father is not Cesar's friend. He is my father's murderer, not a friend.

They were about six of them and instantly, I went offline while giggling like a kid who had seen something exciting. I was heading out when Caelen came through the door. "Good morning, Father." "Good morning. How are you?" "Fine, thank you." "You are on your way to Marco?" "Yes." He nodded and then sighed, "Remember that the goal is the deal. He hasn't shown convincing signs of acceptance yet. Don't let the tours become the point." "Yes Father." I left before he could add anything further. ▪︎▪︎▪︎

The basement door was pushed open. The sound of wheels rolling across concrete echoed through the room. I turned and saw my father. His hair was completely white now. His body was frail, confined to a wheelchair, but his eyes were still as sharp as a hawk’s. He wasn’t just a father. He was the Godfather of the Corleone family, the true power behind everything. He was the man Luca had spent his entire life trying and failing to surpass. “Papa.” I walked over and knelt beside his chair.

"You have thirty seconds to get out of my house before I gut you like the pig you are." "Papa, no—" "Twenty-five seconds," my father continued, pulling the knife. "And I'm old but I'm fast. Your guards won't stop me in time." "I deserve your anger," César said calmly, not moving. "I killed your son. I took your daughter. I understand if you need to..." "You understand nothing," my father spat. "You're a monster who thinks money and power make you untouchable. But you're in my house now. My territory. And here you're just a man who can bleed."

little Jay mocks. “ Come on man, you’re a kid as well of course you should act like your age don’t you think , and besides, you’re in a kid school not an adult school , you can't be a pineapple and want to grow like an orange” . Cee encourages his son about the standards of his school. Still on the call, he leaves the arena . On getting into his office,Cee scans his finger prints on an automated intelligence machine just at the side of the door before he walks in to the office.

Granger seemed momentarily paralyzed by my father's sheer presence, but Roger—arrogant and reckless—scoffed, "And who the hell are you supposed to be? Walking in here like you own the place?" My father finally spoke, his tone deep and unyielding. "I'm Timothy's and Matthew's father." He paused before turning to the trembling Mr. Winters, adding, "and also, the school's largest investor… as well as the founder of the Mace Foundation, Elias Mace."

she said gratefully. Grandpa Eliezer smiled. "My pleasure. Anything for my great-grandson," he said and stood up, leaving the room to breathe fresh air outside, allowing the mother and son to bond with each other. "You will meet your father soon. He is your Daddy Callum. He is the best father in the whole world!" Clarice squealed in delight, excited about introducing father and son to each other. "Wow. Am I going to see my Daddy? Amazing!" Caden beams.

“Now, tell me why he was there.” I hesitate again, but I know Cece. She will not let this go until she drags the truth out of me, piece by piece. Taking a deep breath, I start. “He’s… partnering with us on a major event. My father set it up. I didn’t even know until recently.” Cece lets out a sharp breath. “Are you kidding me?” I shake my head. “Wait, wait, wait.” She waves her hands. “Let me get this straight. Your father—the same father who already controls every aspect of your life—just decided to throw your ex into the mix without telling you?”

Being the center of attention all the time has probably made him well-practiced. “Damian, come here.” My father called him. He seemed to be speaking with someone important. I actually didn’t want to go over. Not just because Damian was the one being called, but because Cecilia was there. I felt uncomfortable standing near her. But Damian took my hand, held it tightly, then brought me over to my father. “This is my son-in-law, Damian Lee from RQL Group,” my father said to the man, then turned to Damian. “Damian, this is Mr. Baldwin. The former Minister of Foreign Affairs.”