Yakuza 0: Guide Novels & Stories

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.”

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. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

Soma gave a weak smile to Kota, “You're right, he should be fine.” Not long after, the black sedan arrived in front of a big house, Kota opened the door for Soma, and together they entered the grand estate with guards roaming around the premises. For the werewolf society, this is one of the strongest fort, befitting elder Alpha, although in the human eyes, the place is for the secret organization, or what they call, a Yakuza. A mafia organization in Japan, where some of them have two sides in business, the legal and also illegal part.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”

“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.

"The sanctuary is closed. Neutrality just means you're too chicken to pick a side." "I just serve tea..." the owner gasped against the stone, blood pooling on the marble. "I just broker the peace. I don't take sides." "You work for the Yamaguchi-gumi now," Shinjiro pulled a tactical knife from his belt, snapping the blade open with a sharp click. "You're delivering a message to Dominic for me. You think your old ears can handle the dictation?" "What... what do you want?" "Tell Dominic he has twenty-four hours to sign over the East Pier equity," Shinjiro pressed the cold steel blade straight against the old man's right wrist. "He leaves Nova City, he gives up the throne, or I burn his whole w

– 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.

She whispered for me to calm down and avoid eye contact. "Get down!" the man shouted, pulling us out of the truck one by one. None of us resisted. We were surrounded by high walls. My hope of escaping disappeared. "Go straight to the red door where the Lord is. Do you understand? Don’t make any noise," the man ordered. Under the light, I noticed he was handsome and looked foreign, with green eyes. Behind him were five other men around the same age, staring at us with desire. I hugged myself tightly.