Jiro Wang Novels & Stories

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president. Her boss, Levi Wushi was prodigy in the world of businesses carried out within and outside the country. He was one of the richest, youngest and most famous playboys of the century. She saw it ironic that, even though it was undeniable that he deserved being a member of the distinguished Wushi family that valued morals, she had seen more women enter and exit his office than her apartment building. She always wanted to keep a safe distance from him but fate, as cruel as can be, found a way to be promoted from a normal accountant in the finance department to the most coveted position of t

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

Nathaniel looked at him coldly and said, "You can call the casino to verify." Walter figured Nathaniel must be trying to deceive him again. He called the casino immediately. Walter was dumbfounded by what he heard over the phone. "How could this be?" "Do you know who is John Wang?" "Yes, he is a senior croupier at my casino. Why?" Walter didn't expect Nathaniel to ask about a staff in his casino. "I want everything you have on this man." Nathaniel's words dawned on Walter. "Are you trying to tell me that the person who sold Mango out is Wang Jun?"

At 90 years old, he looked remarkably healthy and vibrant, his presence radiating an unexpected vitality. His light, agile step indicated that he was a master of health and wellness. The reporters in the room gasped, “Oh my God, it’s Master Jiro Ono, the top Japanese chef. How is this possible?” Fanny immediately scoffed, “A top chef can’t compare to international chef George Brown.” Her comment was met with derisive laughter from those who knew better. Fanny’s ignorance was palpable.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Wang Ji, if you two are uncomfortable with me being here, I can just get off and walk." The figure of the traveler named Wang Ji felt inferior after seeing the red robe that Zhou Fu was wearing and the blue uniform that Liao Zhu was wearing. Zhou Fu and Liao Zhu looked clean and educated while Wang Ji found his clothes almost like those of a beggar.

exclaim mira who is now holding her son in her arms while jiro took his daughter and went beside his wife for her to see their daughter. “Eiji and Melissa, those are their names. They look so much like you honey” said jiro as he caresses his daughter’s cheek. “hehehe, for sure they also got something from you hon so don’t be sad. Thou it looks like our daughter would be spoiled by you”

He is Davero Anderson Wiratama! ***

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.