Ryu Tanaka Novels & Stories

And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair. “I take it this is the human your trackers found?” He says grimly as he approaches us. “Unfortunately, yes.” He looks up and does something of a double-take. “Alpha Raul,” he says, sounding both surprised and amused, making me assume that he’s yet another one who knows that Raul and I are sleeping together, “apologies, I didn’t see you. What brings you out this way?” He asks with a slight smirk, his blue eyes dancing.

leaving me alone in the living room as he left. I roamed my eyes all the space I'm in right now, questioning if he is who he claims to be, owner of such a big ass restaurant, but his house has nothing that makes him seem like he is rich, maybe he likes simple living. Who cares? But the place is very cozy and homey. I hear footsteps coming in my way and enter him, dressed differently, wearing a comfy t-shirt, and PJs holding a first aid kit in hand. He sits beside me, touching my ankle and placing it over his lap.

I can’t even recall. “Yes, how do you know my name?” I asked and he chuckled. “Hm, the Raiden was right, you’re a feisty one.” He said, what does he mean by Raiden was right? And why was he referring to the Alpha without his title? “What do you mean?” I asked, and he chuckled. “I’m Alpha Titan, Raiden’s little brother,” He said and my jaw dropped, yet again, I have succeeded in proving that I’m indeed as rude as Alpha Raiden must have told his brother, I felt like a fool at the moment.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri. Holy Fuck! Maybe those Yakuza stories she tells Forrest aren’t just tall tales. “RYOTA, YOU WILL NOT LAY A FINGER ON THESE BOYS!” she shouted like a little avenging angel as she glared down at her son-in-law. Everyone was frozen in place. All our eyes were on the scene before us. Yūri slowly unsheathed her katana, the afternoon sun reflecting off the steel.

I nodded gulping down some of my coffee “ Alright, she’s ready. Boss. This will work as long as she doesn’t slip up and get us caught” Ryan teases “ take in a deep breath Char, Ryan is just being an ass” Creed shrugged “ I know what I’m doing, guys don’t worry about me. Let’s just get this leaving part over with” I mumbled looking over to Alex. We’ve gotten closer making this harder than I thought it would be. “ Go get him, Charlotte, be ready to raise some hell” Alex nodded. telling me to throw a tantrum isn’t really asking much.

Kim replies smiling at his friend as he taps Russell on his arm before sitting down. ✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

DAMIEN The Tanaka Industries boardroom is intimidating by design—all dark wood and modern art, with a view of Marina Bay that's meant to remind you of the power and money at stake. Across the table, Hiroshi Tanaka, CEO and patriarch, sits flanked by his legal team and his daughter. Yuki Tanaka. She's thirty-two, Harvard-educated, and according to every business publication in Asia, the future of Tanaka Industries. Brilliant, ruthless, and beautiful in a way that's designed to be both weapon and armor.