Muichiro Father Novels & Stories

Mario said, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. He didn’t need to say much—he never did. But the depth of his feelings was always there, woven into his words, in the way he looked at Marcus with quiet admiration. His pride wasn’t just for the future surgeon his son would become but for the man he already was—hardworking, determined, and full of heart. Mario had always believed that a father’s role wasn’t just to provide but to guide, and at that moment, he wanted his son to know that, in his eyes, he had already become someone worth admiring.

Mike cursed at Kenneth, who had disappeared from his sight. "What's wrong with you two!" The baritone voice came from the door; Mike turned to stare at the voice he recognized. His father's cold, expressionless face looked scarier than a lion. The sound of Zaverio Christopher's loafers is like a death chant for the whole house. The mansion's owner has returned home, and Zaverio's eyes stare intently at his son. Mikequel Christopher's blood is so thick that Zaverio is 80% sure that Mike's character and behavior are descended from him.

He takes a chug of his beer before he replies to me. "Of course not. We don't have the same father nor mother. My mom married Michael's dad when they moved the states after the Vincenzos chased him out of their land," he explains. Looking at Michael, I watch how he nods his head in acceptance, then, putting a cutlet of meat in his mouth, it stops him from adding an input to the chat. "I thought your dad died in Sicily? Something isn't adding up," I spit out. I've heard this story a few times and that the man had been a traitor. What was I missing?

Marco's POV He tried to use that opportunity to kill me. Too bad for him, I’d never put myself in an unprotected situation—it’s basically suicide for a mafia boss. Elena fired immediately, the bullet going right through his head. After that, I found out who was backing him—it was none other than Ito Hiro, the son of Kenji Ito, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan.

“A Mafia Lord?” His eyes widened as he got shocked by what he had just heard. Marcus couldn’t believe what he was hearing from Mariko. How could his father be a mafia? All this time, he only knew his father as a good husband, a businessman, and a nobleman in the country.

"Yes." Monique instinctively agreed. She had just been a little absent-minded and did not notice what Little Nomi had said. Looking at the dim expression of Little Nomi, she comforted her and said, "Little Nomi, we know that Father Mu is our biological father, because of this, we should understand father more. Dad is usually so busy, and it is impossible for him to come back often." Monique comforted Little Nomi and also gave him a precaution.

“I’ve never begged you for anything in my life, niisan! Just this once… I’ll never ever ask you for anything again. Help Yuri!” Michio sighed and scratched the back of his head. Yuri is like a younger sister to him as well, as Michio, Michiru and Miki grew up with Yuri together, especially since their father and Yuri’s mother were good friends. And he didn’t want to see Yuri get punished for something that she didn’t do. “Fine,” said Michio with a sigh, looking at his sister. “But if you are ever caught, or if Yuri is ever caught…” He looked solemnly at his sister. “You don’t know me.”

I hadn't seen this face in years. "This is my father," I whispered. Micky's brows shot up as he took the photo from me and looked at it himself. "He's a very wanted man. Did you know that he rose to be the most dangerous drug lord in Chicago? He was released from prison five years ago and the rest is history."

From the stories I was told, Micah is the calm brother. Niyler seemed lost for words as she look at her father. I wonder if she had any idea of who he actually was. If she did she would have an idea of what my tattoo represents and she would not have invited me to her home. "Dad this is Stefano Siciliani, we have a Chem project together." Once again Mr. Rostov glance at our intertwined fingers causing his daughter to pull her warm soft fingers from mine. If he remembers anything about my father, then my name was also a give away.

The young man, Miyamoto said sternly. "What? Miyamoto Ichiro?" Hearing this, Tang Muxue and Lan Weiwei exclaimed in unison. "Muxue, what's wrong?" Yang Xiao asked in surprise. Tang Muxue's face was very ugly. She said, " Miyamoto Ichiro is Miyamoto Shizukumo's biological son, while Miyamoto Shizukumo is the largest external company in the Central Plains!" "Oh? Is there such a thing?" Yang Xiao was very surprised. Yang Xiao had known about the Miyamoto family before.