The Godfather Novel Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

So, we continued our lunch here. That same day, he kicked his Godfather's family out of his house. I could hear them all arguing. It was one against his entire Godfather's family. They were throwing all sorts of hurtful words at Everett. It was really, really bad. In his frustration, Godfather Everett even pulled out a gun. He pointed the gun at them, so they hurried to leave.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

He urged me and continued feeding me. As we ate silently, we constantly stared at each other, but none of us said a word. Constantly, I would secretly pinch myself to see if I was actually dreaming or if it was real. Weeks ago, I never imagined this would happen. I knew I should be feeling guilty for having sex with my godfather, but somehow there was no atom of guilt in me; it felt like I was doing the right thing. As I glanced at Lord Frederick, a thought came to my head. I feared he was going to feel guilty and stop this, but the way he acted this morning, it seems he was feeling the same way as me.

He simply looked at me and started talking, and something about the directness of it, after so many conversations that had circled the truth without landing on it, made me lean forward without meaning to. "The Godfather," he said, "is not a name. It's a designation. A title used inside a network that has been operating beneath pack politics for longer than either of us has been alive." He held my gaze steadily. "They don't claim territory. They don't sit on councils or hold formal rank. They move through the existing structures of power, through alliances and debts and the kind of influence that doesn't appear in any official record. They make things happen by making it appear that nothing i

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

Leonardo informed me and a hiss tore off my lips. Killing Milano wouldn’t be as fun as I thought it would, not when the Bratva, our father, wanted us in his mansion in an hour. I hung up and gave the phone back to Alessandro before turning to my right-hand-man, Nikolai. “Finish him off.” I started. “Make it slow and painful. Chop off his fingers and also his dick. He deserved that much pain.” “Yes, Capo.” Nikolai stepped forward, his head hung low.

I end up writing stuff I like, so it will depend on whether I want to write it in the future or not. 5. Will there be another series coming out on Goodnovel soon? 😊😁 Yes. Goodnovel has shown interest in another novel series. I will be adding it soon. Secrets of the famiglia. It will be a Mafia romance, with links to Beggar, Kylie Bray, Killer and a few extra characters from the Satan Snipers MC. you will also be happy to know that we will find out about the stone brothers, which will be amazing. I can't wait to share it with you guys soonish. I want to just finish with the Satan Snipers MC for the next month or so then we will definitely introduce Aliyana Capello and Beggars cousin, Marco

“You have been silent for too long. Report.” I clasped my hands in my lap. “The Godfather’s men are operating in Chicago. I traced them to a location and after questioning, it was confirmed that they are indeed his people. They have training houses and women are being sold like cattle. This is a direct violation of bratva law and...” “Enough.” Another cut me off with a dismissive wave. “You're chasing ghosts. Every young bratva head thinks they see conspiracies. Do not waste our time, besides do you think we haven't heard about your own little shenanigans?”

"You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather." His fingers began to tighten slowly. I couldn't breathe. "The Godfather went to Mexico to negotiate an arms deal, and you dare spin a lie like this? I need to teach you again what respect means." He sneered, looking at me sideways. I struggled desperately. "Let… go…" Just as I was about to suffocate, a hand suddenly clamped down around Marco's wrist. It was Lorenzo DeAngelis, the Godfather's Consigliere. He was the family's chief legal counsel and most important subordinate.

He gestured to the spread of food, the steaming meats, the golden bread, and the crystal carafes. "Before you take your seat," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr, "serve me. Then, you may serve yourself." My blood boiled. I am a god, a ruler of the deep dark, yet he expected me to fetch his bread like a common footman. He didn't just want a guest; he wanted a broken spirit. I stood like a statue, the air crackling between us in a silent war of wills. I was determined to outlast him, to stare him down until the sun died. But then, my own body betrayed me.