Novel & Cerita The God Father

Taken in silence and ceremony. And she was the last. Giovanni sat alone in his office. The room that once overflowed with books was now nothing but ashes. The shelves stood bare. The only thing left was a single photograph of his mother, young and serious. Her eyes were sharp, just like his daughter's. He poured himself a drink. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said aloud. “Tell me I’m not the monster they think I am.” Silence answered him. The priestess didn’t need to say a word.

smiling I said while looking up at the sky. “Please guide me and give me the strength to live.” I said. “I really love you, Grandma and Grandpa.” I whispered softly. I still remember when we were still together we were still very happy. I am happy even though Grandpa, Grandma, and Yanyan are the only ones in my family. Because my mother was no longer accepted by Grandpa and Grandma. So when they found out that my Mother was pregnant with me, they planned to take me and my mother did not hesitate to give me to Grandpa and Grandma. But even so, I still accepted Mother because she gave birth to me in this world. And dad I have never seen. Even in the picture I don't see him. And Grandpa and Gra

"The godfather asked me to pass a message to everyone in this room but before then I could love to address something here. I know I'm only a consigliere and do not have the authority to speak to you bosses but I speak on behalf of our godfather. Saro Orazio, it seems like you are not satisfied with our godfather's performance. Every time you get the chance you try to paint our godfather's name black." "That's not true Cosimo, do not accuse me falsely." Saro stood up and defended himself. "I am speaking on behalf of our godfather, you dare interrupt his words?" Cosimo barked and Saro sat down in anger. "You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the p

Then he turned a‍nd w⁠alked away. I wa​tched him cross the ga‍rden, his limp pronounced, his shoulder‌s​ hunched. He w‍al⁠ked through the​ a⁠rc​hway and disappeared. I was⁠ al‌one with the G‍odfather. Don Sal⁠vatore pic⁠ked up hi⁠s she⁠ars. Snip⁠. "Come, chil‌d," he said, patt⁠ing​ the bench beside hi​m. "Tell me about America. An⁠d pou⁠r me some tea.‌ The wa​r ha⁠s‌ begun."

"And I swear, she's untouched. Completely clean. The Don will be very satisfied." "Look," he pleaded, "I'm even giving up my girl. So about that debt I owe you..." The man's eyes were flat as they scanned me, showing nothing. My hope vanished. He didn't recognize me. I remembered my father had been recruiting foreign muscle lately. They didn't follow the old family traditions. They only cared about money. The bald man, Rocco, walked up to me and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up. "Open your mouth," he ordered.

Up to a face that made my heart physically stutter in my chest. It was Alexander. Leo’s Godfather. He was the wealthiest, most terrifyingly ruthless man in the city. The man who was supposed to be paying for our wedding venue. He didn't look at my ruined clothes or my bleeding feet. His dark, heavy eyes locked onto my red, tear-stained face. He didn't look pitiful. He looked furious. Slowly, he shrugged off his heavy, custom-tailored suit jacket. Without saying a word, he draped it over my freezing shoulders. It was so warm I almost cried harder.

I turned and saw Ria, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, standing there with a glass of wine. “Sorry, he’s such a dork. I had to.” I smiled. “Thanks.” Then I turned back to Antonio. “Who was that man? What’s going on? And where’s Adrian?” The questions spilled out of me in a rush. Antonio stared at me like he was having an internal battle whether to tell what he knew. He sighed. “One, that man,” he said slowly, “is the Godfather. Paulo’s father. Adrian’s grandfather.” I blinked. “His grandfather?”

If I allow Annie to go back to Italy because of a threat to her life, it means I am not fit to be a leader and I am not fit to be her husband. The Dicosta family and the Andrianos are the same family, according to our history tracing back six generations, the Godfather of the Italian mafia had two sons, the older one took the position as the boss and the younger one travelled to America to establish himself but his brother in Italy became his boss, they both agreed the godfather position will rotate between their generations, the youngest's son became the Godfather after his uncle and we've maintained it till date. I am the next Godfather, before I can become the Godfather, I have to marry A

They still need to clean up the blood and the mess. "That was quick. I like it. You punished them, and I can still be in time to say goodnight to my wife and maybe have dinner with her. Good job, son. I wish your father were here to see you in action," The Godfather says. He and Dante are drinking whiskey. My brother is pale as he runs to the side of the boat and vomits. No one blames him. It is his first kill after all.

Clarissa tries to console her boyfriend. "I think so, too. You see, I had a simple, normal and loving family, but everything has changed when my father joined a Mafia organized group, and when he finally became the head of "La Famiglia" which is infamously known as the "Godfather." Michele continues retelling his family background. "Have you tried talking to your father and mother?" Michele nodded before he speaks again.