The Yakuza's Mute Bride Novels & Stories

– The Yakuza, he said, getting out of there, heading for the door, turning around, pulling the man with him, the Yakuza made his way to the door, closing behind him. He had his one hour of wild, zombie sex on his lame horse, in which he screamed like a man taken to seventh heaven. - It's good fun. - The Yakuza said. Sometime later, when the man rested, he got up with his filly still wet, dirty, and slimy, even for a zombie who did nothing but scream. Both took a shower, with the man washing her, he was half an hour later, with his best suit, leaving the door, where they both turned around.

His new wife sat on the bed excited as she waited for the gestures that he knew she had probably been brief about by her mother or her (momo) nurse attendant. After the wine was finished, Ning Zhuo stood and quickly kissed the bride on the lips who made a sound of wanting. He tried really to pretend she was whom he wanted, but as he opened his eyes, it was so alien that he ran outside and vomited heavily. As he continued to vomit, he realized that he was vomiting blood. As he tried to reach out for someone's hand, he collapsed. Yan Sha emerged quietly from the shadows and behind her dragged a freshly mutilated corpse with a destroyed head into the pile of blood. Her people emerged from a

She forced herself to stay grounded, clutching her designer bag close to her waist to hide how tightly her fingers were squeezing the strap. "Yeah... marriage," Jamie said, her voice dropping into a steady, soft tone as she looked straight into his dark eyes. "A total political union between the Yakuza and the Salvatores. An official bond that no rival family could ever break." Giordano didn't answer her right away. He stood completely still, staring down at her while his sharp, calculating mind raced through the sheer strategic leverage of her proposal.

“Yes, Vanya. It’s settled. You’re going to marry Ivan Petrov. The Don of the Bratva Sever mafia.” The words landed like another bucket of cold water. My heart thudded sharply as my hands trembled as I signed again, faster. **You want me to marry Ivan Petrov? Everyone says he’s a ruthless killer, Papa. He’s crippled in a wheelchair. I haven’t finished college!** “And so what? Even if I let you finish, who would hire a mute girl to work for them?” **I don’t need to work. Mama said when I finish, I’ll take over the company. She gave me—**

I smirked, got out and rounded the car to open her door for her, my hand extended, ready to take her’s. She slapped it away and scrambled out. Her hands fisted her dress as her eyes fell on the people standing on the porch, ready to welcome her. I guided her slowly towards them, my hand on her waist. And surprisingly, she didn't fight it. “Everyone, I present before you my bride, Jade De Santo. She would be your new mistress, the Mafia Queen. I expect you all to accord her the same respect you give me. It would be better if I pull out your heart from your chest than for you to disrespect her. Is that understood?" I asked calmly, like I didn't just spew out threats.

Bracing myself, I walked down the stairs completely, my heels clicking against the tiles as the voices died down. One quick glance around the living room showed me that Luca was sitting on the couch cross-legged with a dull look on his face while another man sat opposite him with a black suit and dark glasses. The man's eyes roved over me briefly before he removed his glasses to reveal dashing hazel eyes. “You must be Mrs Ferraro,” The man said with a thick Italian accent as he stood up and bowed to me. I walked over to him with a raised chin and smiled slightly. “Yes, and you are?”

She forced a smile and enter the door. "Code R. A. Are you listening?" The man was brought back to his senses; he stared at the bride for too long and not noticing that the bride was already inside. He put on his bonnet after changing his clothes. He cocked his gun. "Let's move," he ordered. Men with bonnets started to move like a sneaking ninjas. They are going to kidnap the bride. ~~ The bride is slowly walking down the aisle together with his father who definitely she took upon her beauty. She looked at crowd wearing their smile and teary eyes; shouting for congratulations as she, as a Scott is now turning into Armenez.

She started as we climbed down the stairs, and I figured she was showing me the house. Another thing he must have ordered them to do. But something was different as we walked. Eyes were on us, hushed whispers like the one back at Serene’s pack. They were looking at me, their eyes so judgy and so hard. The Alpha’s bride… She can’t speak? A mute Luna? How could a so-called princess be like that? I kept my head down, shame curling in my gut like smoke. The maid stopped in what I assumed to be the dining room, the table assorted with various fruits and breakfast.

"Oh, wait, maybe my youngest brother Salvatore wouldn't mind." After a brief silence, a nastier grin crept across his face. "He nearly ended up paralyzed from an ambush by a rival family. He's been sickly ever since. "I heard he can't even function as a man anymore. No woman's willing to marry him. A woman nobody wants and a cripple nobody dares to touch. The two of you make a perfect match."

I squeezed through with a few gentle nudges and stopped in my tracks at the sight in front of me. There was Muzan. On one knee. Holding out a ring. Raquelle’s hands were over her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. The crowd was still, like the whole forest had paused to breathe with them. “I know you could break me in half if you wanted to,” Muzan said, voice shaking with emotion, “but I would still choose you as my mate in every life. Will you marry me, Raquelle?” A sharp gasp burst from the pack.