The Godfather Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Before sunrise the next day, the godfather was dead. I plotted that death for years and finally, as that tub of fat lied lifeless on the wooden floors of his Sicily fortress, I felt like I'm breathing and not suffocated anymore. As the laws would put it, at that moment, I became the godfather. You kill the godfather, you become godfather. Simple? Not really. Getting through his security would need a great force. I didn't have an army of my own. I had nothing but the truth. Maybe I went there that night with the intention to die or maybe I hoped it was an opportunity. Either way, I made it known that I killed his son. In an attempt to flaunt his power he had me brought before him. It ended wi

You could have shot that idiot and nothing would have happened. -You're a nasty, G- I murmured. –And on top of that, you don't help me with the book. I have to finish it the sooner the better. And I have to change the names of everyone, otherwise, everyone will know that it is an autobiography and we cannot make the existence of the mafia public.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

It’s a mystery to me that he manages to keep his lifestyle a secret, no one in his family knows about it, not even his big brother who happens to be the Godfather of the New York Mafia. I’m not worried about the Godfather, he abandoned his family because he doesn’t care, and he doesn’t even look out for his parents or his sister who is a psycho crackhead. Yeah, I found out she is a junkie, a terrible drug addict that gets wasted every fucking day. One night, she was involved in a hit-and-run. She killed an entire family and her parents helped her to sweep it all under the carpet.

When money came into the picture, family and faith were no longer important. Old Godfather Ryan had been shot to death. He had been nicknamed ‘godfather’ out of respect, but his fate was more like the godfather from the movie ‘The Godfather’. In that movie, the godfather’s image resembled an authoritative elder. Therefore, killing Old Godfather Ryan was just treachery, not a betrayal of faith. However, catching all the priests in the church was an entirely different story. These priests were all followers of God and represented their beliefs.

If the pink-haired princess kneeling between his spread thighs as he smokes while flipping through the HOLY BIBLE is anything to go by, the macho is deadlier than his youth. Godfather tosses his cigar into the ashtray. “Out.” The lady nods, wipes her lips, and turns away. Dakor walks into the study, hands pocketed, face cold and smug. “Il Padrino.” Godfather’s voice, frail yet firm. “Dakor.” Dakor leans on the wall, limbs crossed, a cigar dangling from his lips. “You let a Wolf live. He returns to bite you.”

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.

“Besides, it wasn’t even supposed to be me, was it? The Godfather wanted Alexander to marry her.” Her face hardened instantly. “Alexander doesn’t take orders,” she said flatly. “But the rest of us do. You know better than anyone that the Godfather’s word is law. His commands aren’t requests—they’re survival.” She crossed to the cabinet, pulled out a narrow case, and opened it on the table between us. Inside lay a new-model pistol—black, cold, freshly oiled. She picked it up and placed it in my hand. The weight hit like a brick.