The Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

No wonder my womanhood hurt so much. “Who are you? Why did you call me Godfather?” he asked while wrapping a towel around himself that he picked up from the floor. Even his voice was hot—very manly. That’s why his moans earlier sounded different. His voice was so deep, so different from Jake’s. I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t recognize me. I didn’t know him either. I only found out he was my godfather when my dad tried to set me up with him. See how fate plays its games? Instead of giving my virginity to Jake, I accidentally gave it to my godfather.

Third Person's POV Mia and Riccardo are unaware of the danger lurking near them. The man standing on the hill is a little older than Riccardo. Next to him is a little boy and an older man. The older man looks like an older version of Riccardo. Matteo Marino stands next to Luca Valentino. Don Luca Valentino is the son of the godfather that Riccardo killed to become the new godfather. Enzo, the young boy standing beside the two older men, looks unhappy. The man, his father, is looking at through the binoculars, killed his grandfather. The older man standing next to him is the father of the new godfather. Enzo does not understand why the older man is turning against his own son. Everybody knows

Two Luca Capaldi It was strange, stepping into my father’s office. Giuseppe Capaldi had been an intimidating figure that ran half of Boston. In polite society, people said my family was in “real estate”. In the criminal world, people knew what that was code for. Cosa nostra. The mob. Giuseppe had been our family’s consigliere. The don. The motherfucking Godfather. People kissed his rings, and did his bidding. But Giuseppe was dead. He’d been shot by the last person I ever expected to shoot him. My wife.

He was a damn jealous one. "I'll try to trace the call, sir," Lorenzo said. I handed over the phone from which I received the call, one of the many I owned. A mafioso can't have just one phone. We need several in case of emergencies. While we waited for Lorenzo's information, my godfather arrived for a visit. In the mafia culture, the godfather was an extremely important figure, a link between families. My godfather was my father's best friend, an eccentric and powerful man. He also played the role of a father figure to me, and his visit was always significant; he often followed my growth more closely than my own father did.

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“You done with your last words? Good. Now get the hell out of my estate.” Cassiano runs all of North America now. Leo’s mother trembled with fear. She scrambled to drag her crippled son off the floor. But Leo fought her like a rabid dog. “I’m not leaving! Aurora is my woman! How can you be so shameless, sleeping with your nephew’s sloppy seconds!” The news of the Godfather’s grand wedding to me had shaken the entire global underworld. These were facts. Written in blood. Unforgettable. Only he was still living in his own pathetic dream world.

And then there was Vincenzo. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. He was supposed to be a monster. The ruthless "Godfather" everyone in the underworld whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. But when he looked at Leo, or when he stood in the hallway with his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes tired, he just looked like a man carrying a heavy, invisible weight.

Skye asked with a soft and gentle tone as if they were friends. “Yeah, she was one kick-ass of a woman. You know, back in the day, women were less active than men, unlike today. But she was different. One of the obvious reasons was because she was the only child of the most feared Mafia Lord at that time,” Vincent answered with his head bending forward as if it was too heavy for him to lift his head up properly. “How about Brandon Ford, also known as “Don”?” Skye asked again. I moved with extreme cautiousness not to create any sound for fear of bothering their conversation as I fetched a bottled from the fridge in the minibar. I handed one to Skye, then one to Marco. We sat side by side as w

“Guerrero climbed in notoriety, sure. But to get there he’d stolen the family’s merchandise, murdered innocents, and threatened associates to side with him. He thought he’d get away with a warning for the sake of their brotherhood, but when Dante found out, he didn’t think twice. He’d kidnapped and slit the throats of his loved ones for killing members of the D’Angelo family.” I may not know a lot, but murdering members of your own mafia family is taboo. “Why are you talking about yourself in the third person?” Strangely, Dante laughs, and I don’t know what to make of it. “Of all the horrific things I’ve just said, of course, you would fixate on that.” I shrug, “Well, that stood out to me. I

Nicola asked after Tina was gone. "Not really..." I answered dispiritedly and shook my head a little. "Wait... I think I know what it is..." Nicola said and I met her eyes, wishing she would guess it right so I didn't have to start the topic myself. "Did you finally know everything about who Don Xavier really is? The Godfa..." she deliberately didn't finish it and I just continued her words. "The Godfather thing. Yes, I just found out about it unexpectedly last night." "How?"