Marlon Brando Novels & Stories

Marko spoke up in a flattering manner, “Antonio, Jilian is still young and lacks social experience. Give her some time. Not only will she understand your good intentions, but she will also be grateful to you!” “Mm-hmm!” Antonio nodded slightly and then adjusted his suit, shirt, and bow tie. He was very self-assured as he asked Marko, “How do I look now? Do I give off a 'Godfather' vibe?” Marko praised, “Absolutely! You really do! Antonio, in the whole of America, even in all of Europe and America, no one is closer to Marlon Brando than you are!” Antonio nodded slightly, smiling casually as he said, “I, Antonio, will definitely become the most successful Godfat

Brandon continued to taunt Heather, once again making fun of her. "It's none of your business!" "Aren't you afraid that Silva's wife or girlfriend will kill you?" Brandon repeated it. "He doesn't have a girlfriend. This time, I'm sure I'll be Mrs. Silva instead of just ending up with a mistress like Donovan!" "Huh, how quickly did you forget the Chad Donovan you adored? If I knew this, I wouldn't have to worry about finishing him off. Just let him torture you to death!" Brando shouted at the peak of his extreme frustration until he admitted that he was the natural killer of Chad Donovan.

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

“Oh, you like her now? I thought you couldn’t stand her. Now you’re here defending her. She’s a mafia princess. Marrying a man old enough to be her grandfather is barely a surprise.” “Don’t. Speak. On. My. Wife.” He shut his mouth immediately. It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t like her. He thought she was too perfect. She carried herself with grace and class, she behaved when she was out, and she was the most beautiful woman in Italy. He thought Antonio was hiding a flaw about her and I would find out when we got married. “I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.”

“I promised things and made deals banking on your father’s support, that arrogant bastard. I put up with you for nothing, and you’re not even good as a broodmare. Give me the damn rejection or I’ll take it by force!” His blond hair bristled with the roar that made me squeeze my eyes shut. In the middle of all that pain, a broken, half-crazed laugh tore out of my throat. “So all those promises and sweet words were you craving Bianchi power...” This man never loved me. “If you already know, then don’t resist anymore,” he said as he straightened, going back to his seat and taking Marcella’s hand in a soft caress. “My mate has suffered enough, and it’s time she takes her rightful place,” he decl

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

Emil Brando thanked everyone on stage the night he accepted his award. Everyone except me, his agent, whose investment had paved the way for him to become the Academy's Best Actor. I stared at the familiar backdrop before me and the list of nominees, overcome by a stunned sense of déjà vu. Had God pitied me so deeply that He had brought me back to this moment in time? I watched Emil accept his Oscar, step off the stage, and return calmly to his seat beside me. He paused for a moment before turning to embrace the actress he was rumored to be dating.

Braddock busts out laughing, "50/50 shot on that one, guess the crystal couldn't be more clear huh." I walk quickly by Braddock and whisper, "should've kept your mouth shut." Nonna charges at him, shouting in Italian, mostly profanities, I chuckle at the site as does the rest of the family, except for Charlie and my mate, their faces are horrified. I stand between the two, "it's fine, she's doing it in Italian, so he won't know what she's saying." They both chuckle now and relax.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Alfredo Fabri POV “What do you mean missing?” “This is simply an Impious fad, preposterous!” “Marco, what's your take on this?” Marino raked like a loose dog who hadn't been given a bone to chew on. Marino Salvatore was Caporegime, one of the most revered Men of the Family. People often said he had an Aura to his personality, but I agree to disagree. Marino was simply a coward who cowered under the glory of his extravagantly sashayed wealth. Wearing heavy gold and jewelry surfaced above furry coats and clothings, attracting unwanted attention to no one but himself.