Godfather Legacy Novels & Stories

Tyrell said. “And you, Alpha Tyrell? Where do your loyalties lie?” I dared to ask. He stared at me for a long, silent moment before he sighed. “My loyalties lie with my mate and my people. You know the last thing I would do is put my people in danger. I wouldn’t have them caught by a bounty hunter, not even her father. And I’m sure she doesn’t want that either.” “And let’s say it does happen. I mean, from what I’ve gathered so far, it seemed to have happened already. Her father has caught one of us. Maybe even more,” I accused.

It was around midnight when my father called, and I had a hunch as to why. ‘Sebastian my boy, the company is all ours for the taking.’ I could hear the triumph in his voice. It was just another win for Reginald Carvers before he’d go on to dominate more business empires. ‘I grieve for poor old George. I really do. But son, I am proud of you.’ I ended the call, and sat in silence, the ambivalence eating me up. I was supposed to be happy: I had made my father proud, and he was pleased with me. This was what I had been living my whole life for: to make my father proud of me.

Themis added and her words brought a chill down my spine. Was this the beginning of my story? 25 years later “Father.” Elison waved to Orel over the plains, Orel had his arms round his wife as they watched their son who just took the warlord title from his father. “Do us proud son.” Orel calls back to his son. “He will, he always do.” I replied with a secretive smile. “What?” Orel asks noticing my expression. “Finally.” I replied. “Finally what?” Orel asked again getting confused.

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.

Mother wasn't greedy like him. I grit the words out, fuming as the tears roll down at intervals. "Do not speak of her like you know what her choices would have been." "Fine, I won't do that, but the legacy only wanted the blessing you bring for seven months. That was before the strife with Red Valley began and I had to call a truce with the Erickson's. Now you don't expect me to turn my back on an agreement made with someone as powerful as a legacy werewolf. I had it all under control until Chase Erickson started looking for you."

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

One night, while Isabelle was getting ready for bed, Carlos came into the bedroom with his face so very serious. "We need to talk, Isabelle." His voice was only a whisper. Isabelle quaked. "What about, Carlos?" He stuttered to the side. "There's some of it I. that I have kept from you. That has to do with Project Legacy." Isabelle's heart was racing in her chest. "Project Legacy? What does that have to do with any of this?" And that has everything to do with it. The truth is, Project Legacy was my father's attempt to create a dynasty, a lasting legacy for the Fernandez name. And I've been working to bring it to fruition, even if that meant making some…questionable choices."

“But the mafia is growing stronger and it has grown bigger than all of us and I will not live to see it crumble under my rule or yours either. I won’t be able to live with the shame and ridicule that comes with it even in the afterlife.” “What do you mean, father?” I asked, feeling tensed as I sensed the pressure hovering above us getting heavier than it had been at the start. “I’m not rooting for you to fail but in the face of impending doom, I need to have a second option to protect our legacy,” Xander replied. “I’m your only son, father. The heir to all of these and the mafia is my birthright. What other option would you seek when you have me?” I was getting frustrated but I was managing

she whispered, her voice trembling with the magnitude of the request. Luca’s eyes darkened, the weight of his own secrets flickering in their depths. He didn’t answer right away, his gaze fixed on the distant treeline as if he were considering something much larger than just Isla’s words. Finally, he nodded slowly, a reluctant agreement hanging in the air between them. “Are you sure?” His voice was low, laced with an unspoken warning. “What you’re asking… it changes everything.” Isla didn’t hesitate. “I need to know the truth. About my father. About what happened to him. About this mark—this legacy. I can’t keep pretending like I don’t know something’s off.”

Well, we agreed to be friends, didn't we? "We sure did." "And I think your dad should be the one we thank; he saw into the future and put some shares in my name, meaning that he was just looking out for you." "I think you are right," Levi said and then added in his lowest voice. "Thank you, Dad." "So are we going to beg people or not?" "Of course not, the shares are definitely bigger than what your mom owns so with everything I have been able to gather, even if she gives it to any of my uncles, I would still be ahead."