The Yakuza's Mute Bride Novels & Stories

My skin prickled, itching with every shortened breath I took, and a deep, raw hunger settled low in my stomach. “What’s happening to me?” I rose up from the stool and looked down at both my hands. They were clammy from sweat, even though it had been freezing cold just few seconds ago. “It’s your heat,” Sierra replied. She made a soft purring sound. “Your mate is near.” My what? My mate? I had one of those too? But I was a mute. Everyone knew me as the mute lady of the Valewind house. What if he rejected me on seeing me? Who would it be? I had never noticed any man in the pack house besides Kael Stormrider.

"I'm sorry, but I just don't understand the logic. The world I come from is completely different from yours. After the stipulated three months, what's next? Do you even have the intention of letting me go home? When you were talking about Florence earlier, I saw your face, Luca. You don't have the intention of letting me go anytime soon. Let's stop this senseless game." I smirked in amusement, brushing back a straying hair away from her temple. Her eyes flickered with confusion and defiance, and I could sense the turmoil within her. I leaned down, my lips close to her ear, and whispered in a low, possessive tone, "You got me. I don't intend to let you go. You belong to me, and you are going

He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine. Beside him sat his young bride, beautiful yet fear was written all over her. She looked close to my age, maybe younger, with porcelain skin and downcast eyes, the kind of beauty that came with such weird silence. As Cristiano greeted them, Ronald grinned and leaned forward to shake my hand, his fingers cool and dry. “Ah, the new Morano bride,” he mused, his tone dripping with amusement as his gaze lingered. “Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.”

Yuta, however, was relentless, closing in on Isla with deadly intent. “Isla, stay with me!” Nathan yelled, his voice desperate. Isla tried to crawl to safety, but Yuta was too fast. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Nathan’s blood ran cold as he saw the blade in Yuta’s hand. “Let her go, Yuta!” Nathan roared, aiming his gun. For a split moment, the gunshots stopped as the Rinaldi men stopped shooting when they noticed that Isla was in the Yakuza’s clutches

I mean, they knew the AXE would come for their heads as we found out what they did but I loved to be silent about things. More importantly, we were meant to have no witnesses. Everything started going left when Emilio decided he couldn't be patient enough to wait for our men to come. I mean,we had been investigating these crimes against us for years, finally decided it and his blood was hot. I get it. He still rushed though. I cast a side glance to my brother, seeing how tense he still was. He needed his vengeance. After Emilio shot the groom in the head, I had noticed how the doe eyed bride didn't flinch. She actually looked somewhat relieved that he was dead. Her gown was covered with bloo

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.”

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

“You’ve always been one stubborn brat. Thinking you’re better than everyone. Look where it got you — bleeding men and a pathetic wife who will eventually see you for the monster you are.” The two dons circled each other. Words turned to violence. Vincenzo fired first. Enzo dodged and returned fire, grazing his shoulder. They clashed in brutal hand-to-hand combat — fists, elbows, and finally knives. Vincenzo slashed Enzo’s arm. Enzo responded with a vicious punch that broke the Rossi don’s nose. In the chaos, Enzo gained the upper hand. He pinned Vincenzo to the ground, pressing his gun to his head.

Yūri on my left and Ivy on my right, both leaning their heads on my shoulders. Of course, Yūri thinks it’s adorable that Ivy has barely let me out of her sight since we left the warehouse. “I’m the daughter of a now-dead yakuza boss.” Yūri states. “He didn’t like that I refused to marry who he wanted me to. And even more pissed that I married Hibiki.” she shrugged, lacing her fingers with mine.

When they entered, Izumiko Asano, who was sitting on the floor, stood up with a smile on her face and extended her hand politely , speaking Chinese with a Japanese accent. Ling Weihao smiled and extended his hand to shake her back. Then they sat down together, face to face. Yang Shuting sat next to Ling and raised both eyes. Meanwhile, Ling Weihao spoke fluent Japanese to discuss working with this Asano Izumi while Yang Shuting sat silently beside her, eating Japanese food. It was the first time she ate these dishes, and when she ate the sashimi and used the wasabi spice, she accidentally choked and coughed, after which her face turned red and her eyes were flooded with tears.