Muichiro Father Novels & Stories

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.

Massimo growled “The world doesn’t revolve around you, Griffin! My father had no idea of ​​your feelings for Elise Dawsey or your tragic love story. He had no intention of fucking up your life by taking you away from Lucas's daughter. All he thought he was doing was responding to the request of a friend who said that his daughter had been seduced by a charlatan! What kind of man wouldn't help him? Well, I'll answer this to you: a Bianchi would do much more than help and that's exactly what my father did!” “Interesting…” Micah put his hands in his pockets, his brown eyes, exactly like Alice’s, fixed on Massimo as if he could see into his soul “You are surprisingly understanding and tolerant o

Eyes—brilliant and striking—captivated. "Sir Mikael?" My father's tentative query was met with respect, a hat doffed to the well-attired gentleman. "Yes, it's me, Mister Suarez. Dispatched by Mr. Strenon Santi to greet you and acquaint you with the city." "Thank you, sir Mikael. Nice to finally put a face to the name," my mother's voice carried a touch of bitterness, mending a green cloak she'd laundered just a week ago.

I wondered as I turned more toward him. "Just like you I am in my eighteenth year of life. Honestly, my family has not left this village for many generations as we are the first residents of the Kiyomizu-Dera Temple. I am still growing in my studies of literature and arithmetic and will complete my studies come the beginning of summer. My father is Santo-San a retired high ranking general of the Chinese army and my mother is his Madame consort Kawa the villages strongest healer. What about you?" He ends with.

Mario Castillo was my father, and even if he wasn’t—I would still take him down for what he had done to my mother. Mario smiled. “Neither do I.”

“Master Mu, which Master Mu are you talking about?” Lucy asked dumbfoundedly. “You can call him Mr. Mu, Master Mu, or General Mu, and he is our father.” He told her with a weird smile on his face. "You mean that, General Mu, James's uncle?" Lucy exclaimed in shock. She could not believe it. All this time, she had never asked for a father or a brother in her life. Back then, when she found out that Old Man Tang was not her father, she was relieved. She never thought of looking for her father. All she wanted was to keep him out of her life, but once Cherry had her brother, she yearned for someone she could call her family. She knew that after Cherry's wedding and even after she regained custod

If he dared to challenge or try to snatch the inheritance of the family over from his elder brother, then he would become a rebellious existence in the eyes of everyone in the Japanese society. Unexpectedly, his elder brother had gotten involved in an operation which inadvertently ended up making him the heir of the family instead. What was even more perfect was the fact that the magical pill that his elder brother had sent back home had killed their father. Ichiro had not only helped Jiro to get rid of their father, who had been the head of the Kobayashi family at that time, but Ichiro also had to bear the burden of killing his father. That gave Jiro a reason to issue a killing order to kil