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.”

What the hell is wrong with me, I can't help but wonder at my reaction to the person who just entered. "Ah, Mr. Clearwater, how nice of you to join us today," Mr. Ramirez says as the intruder begins walking towards his seat. Instead of going to where he usually sits, I listen as his footsteps move in my direction, continuing towards me until he stops next to my desk. I hear what sounds like sniffing before he makes a deep, low noise—one that I've never heard from another person before. I'm almost positive that he growled, just before the word "Mate!" quietly hits my ears.

He is Davero Anderson Wiratama! ***

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…”

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.”