Novel & Cerita Godfather Parts

With all the information I’d taken in, I felt like my head was going to explode. I’d made a list of movies and tv shows I wanted to watch that would tell me all about the mafia. The first one my list was The Godfather trilogy, and then I also wanted to rewatch the Power series and Ozark. Last time I watched Power, I wasn’t really paying attention. I only watched it because I thought Omari Hardwick was hot. But now, I needed all the help I could get.

"Oh? And what is that?" ​"I am not your godfather, Vivian," Arthur murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky register. "Your father and I fabricated the entire 'godfather' story when you were a teenager. He knew how dangerous his work with the syndicate was getting, and he wanted to ensure I had absolute legal authority to protect you, to inherit his share of the assets, if anything happened to him. But we were never legally or religiously bound. I was just a man who fell desperately in love with a woman he was forced to watch from a distance, waiting for the day she was old enough, and ready enough, to become his." ​A profound, breathless wave of desire washed over Vivian. The last taboo

Slowly, he stood, his gaze fixed on Gab, then on Shawn, who looked like he was about to collapse from the weight of the truth. Rafe stood, his fists still clenched as his gaze never left Gab, who was still reeling from the beating. “This isn’t over,” Derek muttered under his breath, his voice thick with fury. “What exactly did I do to Lord D’Amato?” he yelled, louder than intended. “Your… your…” Gab stuttered.

It's been years since I last came here but I remember how everything was kept, I climbed the stairs and went to my parent's room. The furniture in the house was covered with white big tart. I had already started tearing up just by seeing the interior of the house. Even When we hadn't come here for more than 3 years, Godfather made sure the house was clean for whenever I wanted to visit. I took the cloth of the picture frame that was hung on the wall. My mother was in the picture, she was so beautiful and I sure took after her, I had already begun to cry seeing it. “Kimberly..” godfather called out to me but I wouldn't stop crying, the tears became more intense.

"The godfather asked me to pass a message to everyone in this room but before then I could love to address something here. I know I'm only a consigliere and do not have the authority to speak to you bosses but I speak on behalf of our godfather. Saro Orazio, it seems like you are not satisfied with our godfather's performance. Every time you get the chance you try to paint our godfather's name black." "That's not true Cosimo, do not accuse me falsely." Saro stood up and defended himself. "I am speaking on behalf of our godfather, you dare interrupt his words?" Cosimo barked and Saro sat down in anger. "You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the p

Not until the door shut behind us and I felt the weight of everything finally settle on my shoulders. My father moved behind his desk, the same place he's stood to give orders a thousand times, but tonight he didn't feel like just my Alpha. He felt like a man who knew we were standing on the edge of something far bigger. I sat down across from him, rubbing a hand across my face. "Tell me what happened tonight, Nathan." My father said, looking over to me "It started with Koa," I said. "He heard something... or felt something. A cry. A wolf crying out Mate, help us."

" Enrico ordered one of the men standing outside. "What if she calls the police, boss?" "Give it back immediately." Enrico screaming. For a moment, Livia felt inside one of the American police films directed by Francis Ford Coppola. One day, she watched The Godfather with her best friend, but never imagined that one day she would be stuck with the gangster Enrico's employee returned and gave the cell phone to the boss. "Open!" The mobster ordered the henchman. Livia retreated when Enrico entered the cage. He reached out and handed over his cell phone.