Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

​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 does he want?” Donatello was the don of his little syndicate in Detroit, who was trying to make a name for himself after disbanding from the Alfa Nove, the group of nine heads of the Italian mafia groups that were spread throughout the US. He used to be one of my father’s old subordinates, but after my father had been killed by the Bratvas, I didn’t trust anyone outside of the people I already knew would die for me and Donatello wasn’t one of them.

“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

Maddie will have to give them some of the money from the restaurants. "Oh my goodness, I've forgotten that my grandfather's money is Italian mafia money, so my restaurant was bought with their money. Does it mean I owe them? What do I do?" Madeline is in panic mode. "Maddie, you didn't know anything about the Italian mafia. Don't worry about it. I will go and talk to the Godfather. We will decide what to do about it. Since you didn't know about it, I do not believe that The Godfather is going to ask you to give any shares of your restaurants to the Italian Mafia. I am very close to the Godfather here in America. He will understand he is not an unreasonable man. I am sure that you can come to

I paid the driver, the exchange of money, a mundane transaction in a world that suddenly felt surreal. Walking into my empty apartment, I felt a profound sense of loneliness. The silence was deafening, amplified by the absence of Don Antonio's presence, his laughter, his touch. I sank onto the couch, the soft cushions offering little comfort. Something had shifted, that much was clear. But what exactly, I couldn't yet define. Perhaps it was the realization that love, even the most passionate and intense love, wasn't enough. Perhaps it was the understanding that actions had consequences, that choices had repercussions. Or perhaps it was simply the dawning awareness that I had to find my own p

she asked, a hopeful gleam in her eyes, as if that escape could be the beginning of a new life for them both. “I’ve seen The Godfather, bella,” he remarked, with that mischievous smile that always appeared when he tried to make light of everything. “Ah, I remember very well what happened to poor Michael Corleone when he decided to play farmer,” he added with a mocking grin, as though he were speaking of some unlucky acquaintance. “He ran away, fell in love, got married, and the mafia showed up to remind him that no one takes a vacation from that world.” Vittoria let out a soft laugh, impressed by the ease with which Vincenzo could turn something heavy into something light.

Hi, my name is Yaszy:) This is my first ever Mafia story. There will be SA! If you get triggered easily this book isn't for you. Please don't leave rude comments, I am trying my best with writing this story. There will be: -Abuse -Sex -Violence -Mafia -Triggers I hope you enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~CHARACTERS~ Location of story: New York Alessio Rocco Romano -The father and is 50 years old. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and is the head of the Italian Mafia. He's dangerous when it comes to messing with one of his kids.

Godfather's POV Earlier that day…. "Godfather! Godfather! you must leave the city at once! The authorities are searching for you!" That was the first thing I heard when I answered Clark's call this morning. I swiftly rose from my relaxation chair where I had been reading a newspaper and inquired, "What's going on? Why are the police after me?" "I've received information that Mr. Stephen's attempted assassination yesterday failed, and you understand the implications of that, Sir."

“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.