Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

After all, the weapon that killed me in my last life had not been that knife. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on my thighs. Then, I heard the lock turn. My heart slammed violently against my chest, but my face maintained the shy composure expected of a bride. “My bride.” The Godfather stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Have you been waiting long?” “No,” I replied, standing up and forcing myself to look obedient. He walked toward me, his movements slow and elegant. The candlelight cast shifting shadows across his face, making his expression impossible to read.

He went to school but never stop being a gangster at the same time. Gabriel's dislike of James then made him slander. Fortunately, Fabrizio loved his son so much that Gabriel finally took a much bolder step. He spread bad news to some of Belgenza's allies that caused them to turn against James. When things messed up, he seized the opportunity to poison The Godfather. James witnessed his father’s death, then went into an investigation about his father’s dead. Those actions turned him into more accusations by the other elite members. They chose to leave the Belgenza rather than be led by James, who was 18 years old at the time.

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.

I've had some pretty vivid fantasies of my Godfather, that's one thing that I will admit. The man oozed dominance, mystery and sexiness that rubbed off on any female. I'd enjoyed those subtle touches whenever he would place a necklace around my neck, the way his fingers seemed to linger on my waist a second longer than necessary when we pulled away from our hugs and the way that he would give me this intense look as if to whisper to me that it was our little secret.

As I stepped out into the bright sunlight, I hailed a cab, feeling a sense of freedom that I hadn't felt in a long time. “Where to?” The driver asked, looking at me with a curious expression. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of where I was going, but then I nodded. “Just drive.” || Godfather's POV I leaned back in my chair, a cigar clenched between my teeth, as my men stood before me, awaiting my orders. The dimly lit room reeked of smoke and danger. “So, what's the latest on Dermos?” I asked. “He's been lying low.” One of my men replied, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. “Our spies say he's been spending a lot of time with a woman named Luciana. Looks like he's got a t

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.

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.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

I looked down at the floor, not being able to face anyone there. He raised an eyebrow, flicking the cigarette onto the floor and snuffing it out with his shoe, "Respectable man, huh? You want a respectable man?" "Nikolai Costello is the Godfather, isn't he? The most respectable man in not just the entire Cosa Nostra but also other crime families too," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at Mama as if she said anything wrong, he'd shoot her. "Of course," she nodded.

He urged me and continued feeding me. As we ate silently, we constantly stared at each other, but none of us said a word. Constantly, I would secretly pinch myself to see if I was actually dreaming or if it was real. Weeks ago, I never imagined this would happen. I knew I should be feeling guilty for having sex with my godfather, but somehow there was no atom of guilt in me; it felt like I was doing the right thing. As I glanced at Lord Frederick, a thought came to my head. I feared he was going to feel guilty and stop this, but the way he acted this morning, it seems he was feeling the same way as me.