Taro Yamada Novels & Stories

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

I have never been a tea fan, coffee yes, tea no. I stand and watch the yakuza train. It is like a dance, a dance of death and destruction. “Wanting to get down there and train with them?” I smile as I turn and face Boss Tadashi Hamada. I bow respectfully at him and he smiles warmly. “If I were in proper clothing, then yes, I would.” I say, and he smiles and nods his head.

"Withdraw the applications. Freeze the asset transfers. Every legit front we just bought stops right now. We’re going dark." "Prosecutor Miller is expecting our audit reports by noon, Dom," Ella pushed back, her voice tight. "The state is demanding total transparency." "Transparency gets us killed, you idiot," Dominic snapped. Hugo stepped out of the shadows, tossing a glossy photograph onto the desk. "Ichiro Takahashi," Hugo said, his voice dead. "The Tokyo bosses just handed him the reins. He’s the current Chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi." Ella picked up the photo, her jaw tightening. "Who is he?"

Yamamoto from Japan. This distinguished designer, over seventy years old and a national treasure in Japan, reportedly had a good relationship with the world-renowned design maestro, Danny Lin. He was highly respected in the design world. But this master had a peculiar temperament and high standards, rarely impressed by any work.

“ Maximo Romano. You are? “ The man greeted. I made sure he saw my left hand as I greeted back. “ Brianna, Trentino. “ I introduced “ Ah, the famous Brianna. I have a feeling we will be great friends,” he said but I didn’t like the mischievous look on his face. Romano chuckled and gestured for Maximo to go to his side. He placed his hand around Maximo’s shoulder and a look of pride flashed his face.

He said with a dismissive tone. “Well,” Matteo stretched and then stood. “This is your chance Harold, don’t miss it. Join hands with me, Lucas is our common enemy…you might never have a chance as this nor an ally like me, ever again…” “Look Matteo Rodriguez…I may hate Lucas as much as you do but why do you think I will join hands with someone like you…you are nothing better than Lucas…”

She let go of Giordano’s arm and stepped directly into Victoria’s path, trying to block her from walking away with Alexander. "Hello!" Jamie said, her voice high-pitched and grating. She extended a small, thin hand toward Victoria, her short nails painted a sparkly pink. "I should introduce myself! I am Jamie Toyoda, the first and only daughter of Kenji Toyoda." A collective gasp swept through the nearby crowd. The politicians and military men immediately began whispering behind their hands. "Toyoda?" the French politician from earlier muttered, his champagne glass shaking slightly. "The head of the Yamaguchi-gumi Yakuza syndicate? What is his daughter doing in Monaco?"

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

Rowan, the warrior who had taught us the fighting techniques the other day during pack training, looked at Dalton over my shoulders, mind-linking him. I felt an itch to roll my eyes at him but held myself. Dalton must have given him a ‘it’s okay’ look or told him to listen to me because he swiftly stepped back, signaling the other warriors to step back as well. I slowly approached the human as he feebly stood back up on his long limbs. “Can you hear me? It’s me. Do you remember me?” I softly asked him, keeping my voice low and calm. I watched as he nodded with some hesitance.

Only an old man stood alone at the door, holding a long knife, as if he were asleep. However, his body was akin to a statue, possessing a super baleful aura that caused others to not dare to approach. 'Who is this guy?' Yang Xiao thought, stunned. He had racked his brains, but couldn't think of any clues. "This person is the martial arts teacher of King of Japan. He is the living legend of Japan, the senior brother of Katou Wudo, and the most respected person of King of Japan. He is an existence that is powerful enough to be ranked on the Presidential Mountain in the history of the Japanese martial arts world. He is known as the Guardian God of Japan, Yamamoto." Aunt Lin obviously knew the b