Muichiro Father Novels & Stories

"He would still be a son of a bitch, only with a lot more of them, but I recognize that he raised you very well, in terms of education and respect for others." "I studied for this. Just because your father doesn't give a shit about you doesn't mean that you have to be a ridiculous person. And I don't like ridiculous people." "Ok... I think you have too many arguments for a fight." "I'm not very good at fighting, look at my face and see if I look like I like trouble?" "I realized that I don't." Before he could say anything, Mauricio appeared in the middle of the small road, scowling and holding a cup.

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.

He glanced at the gun in Mikhail's hand and looked him into his eyes. "Who are you?" my father asked him firmly. "I'm Mikhail Igor Gorbachev, the Russian mafia boss." Mikhail said proudly and I slapped my forehead. He is doing all that what he shouldn't. "Who are you to my daughter?" he again repeated his question more clearly. "Why don't you ask her?" he said sassily. I love him undoubtedly but right now I want to bang his head on the wall. Father turned to me making me gulped out. "Kon hai ye tumhara?" he asked me and I felt I will faint right here and now.

“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

I was assaulted by the scents of cedar wood and expensive cigars hung thick in the air. 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.”

Bria's POV I am no fan of Mia Costa, but I realize I do not love Riccardo Marino. I only wanted him because I could not get him, and my father kept pushing him down my throat. If I married him, my father would have killed him or made him hand him the Godfather title using me. My father is very ambitious and has always wanted to become the Godfather. However, he is also a coward and will never fight the Godfather for the position, unlike Riccardo, who went to face the Godfather because he was misusing his powers and steering the Italian Mafia in the wrong direction. Riccardo fought the previous Godfather to get the title, and the Italian Mafia's Dons respect him. My father has lost the last r

♧THE DISOWNED SON♧ "Wow... you have nice grades, Mahiriko. Some of it raised but mostly it didn't. Another rows of flunking grades to show me... again. Nothing new." Mahiriko's Father sarcastically uttered as soon as his Father saw his card. "Well thank you, Otosan." He sarcastically answered his Father with a menacing smile. "You never learn do you?" Mr. Quihiro asked his son as he placed his son's card down on his table and take his eye glasses off. "I thought we had a great deal."

But later, when the good part came, we expected him to share the power too. Being in the mafia wasn’t something to be proud of, but it wasn’t that bad either. I mean, who doesn’t like power? One night, when Igor and I were in the car, our father called. He said he wanted to talk about Nikon, that there was something important we needed to know. Then he reminded us that Nikon was just our half brother. Somewhere along the line, we had sensed it, but we never really figured it out until that day. We just knew Nikon was different. Father treated him differently, with much harsher discipline.