Muichiro Father Novels & Stories

,said Oliver Sam looked embarrassed but he said," Okay, my name is John Michaelson, my father's name is Leonardo Michaelson and mother, Lily Andrew Michaelson. My father....he grew up in an orphanage...I don't know anything about my grandparents, but he told me that they were good people. I was 13 year old when my father decided to leave us and go to New York City to stop Ronald from the vaccine he was making and he never came back, my mother....she had a problem in the heart. But, she loved my father very much.

The actual head of the Milovich family looked like nothing more than a respectable businessman. He sat down and took a sip of tea. "Miss Stascia, I've heard so much about you. What happened to your father has always weighed on me." "Has it." I dropped a sugar cube into my cup and stirred. He sighed. "Everyone always says our families are bitter enemies, but the truth is, your father and I were on quite good terms while he was alive. He left us so suddenly. I still think it's a real shame." I set down the spoon and looked up at him.

"Where has my Grandfather been all this time, when I needed him? Who the hell even are you?!" " I'm Micah. Pleased to finally meet your acquaintance, Yuuki " Micah says calmly as if I'm being completely unreasonable questioning him. "As to your previous questions, your Grandfather....well great Grandfather to be more specific, you'll learn has his own ways of doing things. He does things only at his leisure. It's quite irritating sometimes" "Tell him that I don't need him now" I say moving to pull the curtains at the window blocking him out.

He stood respectfully a few feet away from his father and called "Father". Lucas Santino turned slowly to look at his soon. At age 55, Lucas Santino still looked quite agile for his age. His father was the current patriarch of the Santino family. The Santino family had been a mafia family for a long while now. Longer than the Minettis which was why they had a lot of pride. And they were irked when a relatively new family like the Minettis were able to go far to almost become on the same level as them. Although the two families had also had a dispute before.

My temper flared before I could control it and I had to take a few deep breaths so I didn’t snap at one of the few true friends I had. My father was the last person on this fucked up earth I wanted to turn to for help. It was a testament to the friendship Tristan and I shared that I managed to keep the volume of my voice level. “No. I’ll handle this myself. This is between me and Mario. My father has made it clear he’s not getting involved, even if I wanted him to. He won’t choose between his sons.” The mafia boss apparently did have a weakness after all. After all these years of him lecturing me about how disgusted he was by my own, he wasn’t such a hard ass himself. Not when it came to his

Father never let me attend any meetings formally, he only lets me stick around the corner listening in on their conversations. The man’s name was Mariano Bellucci. He had a gold in his beard and a stiffness in his eyes that I didn’t yet know how to quite understand. I looked at him the way I saw most of Father's friends, larger than life, very important and most of all, untouchable. He was dressed in a dark suit, with gold rings that glinted every time he lifted his glass. He was that kind of person

“Nikolai Fedorov.” My father’s eyes widen in shock. “The head of the Chicago Bratva? The bastard that kidnapped you?” I nod, my heart racing. “Yes, Papa. I know it sounds crazy, but I cannot deny my feelings for him.” My father grabs my shoulders, “You will marry Mario. Mario is a good man. He will take care of you. He will protect you.” I try to pull away from my father, but his grip on my shoulders is too firm.

I let go of a shuddering breath as I stepped inside. Gaetano Siciliano, the patriarch of the family, the Don— one of the most powerful and feared heads of the mafias in Italian history— my father was sitting in his chair before his massive desk. His thick brows knitted together, hanging low over his dark caramel eyes and gray hair cut stylishly. In his sixties, he was still fit, strong, and could beat me in the ring if he desired to, but he always humbly said his prime was over. “Figlio.”

Father and I decided to go to the Imperial Palace earlier than we were expected. Before we left, I asked Mei to deliver the medicine I concocted last night to Muichiro. She nodded her head and proceeded to take the medicine. In the carriage, Father kept staring at me. I knew he wanted to ask something and I couldn’t help but ask. “Is something the matter, father?” I asked, he shook his head and looked out the window. I wanted to push him into answering but I’m guessing it’s about the prince.

Micky tried to smile feebly. Mahi understood that opening up to her like this was very tough for someone like Micky, who was always too busy showing to the world what a jovial and fun-loving guy he is. "Once I settled down and showed some maturity, and began to volunteer at different old age homes etc during my spare time, my parents opened up more to me. Perhaps my behaviour gave them the confidence that I am mature enough to handle the real truth, so finally they told me last year that my parents actually were murdered by some local thugs, and my brother left me with them at a local Dhaba, and ran away to divert the attention of the very thugs who came looking for us.