The Yakuza's Mute Bride Novels & Stories

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.

I can't let her die. "What do you want Nikolia?" I sounded as calm as ever. "Isn't it obvious? I want you dead. I want you wasted. Only one mafia rules Europe! And that's the Russian mafia. You fucking Italians have no place. I want to see you fall and I want to see your mafia fall" Nikolia responded sounding smug. "Fucking bastard" Dante spat at him. Nikolia laughed and signalled to one of his men. At once, he pointed at a gun at Alina's head and she jerked, trembling.

Even if Imade doubted she was giving off any of those vibes. The driver arrived at exactly five pm just like he had said and by that time, Imade knew there was no going back anymore. She had to go in head strong now and watch fate play out itself. During the ride, the driver didn’t say a word to her, he only acknowledged her greetings with a nod and she had no idea if he was mute or not. Maybe working with Romero made him like that or if the man himself was a silent person. She tried to stop trying to come up with facts about the man and she tried to channel all her nervousness into twisting her index ring. It was a thing she did when she gets nervous but now, she was a train wreck of nervou

“Please, I just need some time. I’m only 18. his voice low and dangerous. “You should have said you wanted me to undress you myself... and I don’t mind doing that.” she froze…it was her first time hearing his voice, she might have subconsciously etched in her heart that he was mute, but before she could process his voice and the words, he had dragged her towards himself by her waist and crashed his lips against hers.

“She belongs to every man in this room. Use her. Test her limits. Make her scream for the syndicate.” I looked up at them with needy eyes, my voice already breathy. “Please… honored captains… fuck your foreign pet. Stretch every hole. Fill me until I’m dripping with yakuza cum. I need all of you right now.” The first captain, a stern man named Hiroshi with intricate tattoos covering his arms, stood and walked over. He grabbed my hair and yanked my mouth onto his thick cock without a word. “Suck it properly, gaijin whore,” he growled, thrusting deep into my throat.

Only one letter as the sender: H. “My game of chess isn’t over. The next king will fall. Be prepared.” Harley clenched his teeth. Tears welled up… then he stood. “I’m not a pawn. I’m not a puppet. You’ll see for yourself, Hideko—I know this is definitely your doing,” he said. — Autumn wind rustled the bamboo curtains. In a quiet, traditional Japanese room, the sound of high heels walking firmly down a wooden corridor was heard. Hideko sat calmly in the center of the room. Elegant. Serene. In front of her, an elderly man in military uniform knelt—one of the most loyal former hitmen of the Yakuza family.

"How could I forget our favorite mute punching bag?" Yuria arched a flawlessly sculpted brow, her gaze sweeping over him with a mix of amusement and barely concealed passion. "Is that true?" So, in that case, perhaps you might spare a few minutes to entertain me. After all, it's been far too long since we spent any... quality time together. Caleb felt his breath catch in his throat as Yuria stretched out and trailed a perfectly manicured nail along the sharp edge of his jaw. Their bodies tangled in a fury of forbidden

His deep voice was commanding again. "Open your mouth, finish this meat and don't protest too much." He returned to feeding me piece by piece of meat until my stomach felt full. "Enough! I'm not a dog you force to eat until full!" There was a soft sigh from his mouth, he leaned closer until I felt his warm breath on my face. "Get used to not fighting me because it will make you even more sick, you understand, Mrs. Prosecutor." "Hey, I'm not afraid of threats from you. You will regret kidnapping me who is a stubborn woman. I would rather die than marry you, ah—"

The quiet path that had seemed harmless moments ago now feels suffocating. My pulse thunders in my ears. This is another dangerous situation. And judging by the way they're looking at me, I have a terrible feeling they aren't here for a friendly conversation. I quickly sign, "Please... I can talk to him. I can try to convince him." The two men stare at my hands before exchanging a look. A look that makes my stomach twist. Then one of them chuckles. "So, the rumors are true," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. "The Alpha's new bride is actually mute."

Rai’s POV She tried to push me back with her tiny hands on my chest, but I didn’t budge. “How did you make the Braciole, Reina?” I asked, still crowding her space. Her lips quivered as she raised her hands to sign to me. Shit. I had forgotten. She couldn’t speak. I watched her with a fascinated look as she moved her fingers, speaking to me in the only way she could. When she was done, she looked at me like I had understood, but I only stared at her.