Yakuza 0: Guide Novels & Stories

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

"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

“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.

I don't even know who she is anymore I've literally been sitting in one of my empty cells covered in blood that's not even mine. We kind of had an attack yesterday but luckily none of my men got hurt. You see I never let Bella see the ugly side of my work because it's not pretty "Boss" looking up I see one of my newest recruits, Nina Takahashi. She was the top shooter at her father's Yakuza but then he decided to marry her off to Xavier or me but we both declined and told her that she could just stay with us or do whatever she wanted just to keep peace with her and her father. The last thing I need is for the Yakuza to side with the Sicilians right now. I already lost the treaty with the Spa

– 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.

I complained. In the car, Dexter ask me various questions and gives me a lot of information on how to handle the Yakuza and how their custom and stuff. Well, some make me culture shock but that's also fine. I learn Japanese due to my likings to their culture but Yakuza's culture is quite something. Their hierarchy though is not as complex as ours in America. Dexter smiles knowing that I'm well prepared about this. In a way, I exceeded his expectation. From his information, the Yakuza hierarchy starts with the boss called Oyabun, then the second in command which is called Wakagashira, and his lieutenant called Shategashira. Other than that, Yakuza have their personal advisor or Cheif of Staff

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.”

The limousine glided through the softly lit roads of Philadelphia, the quietness inside the car filled with excitement. Raul, head of the Mexican gang, leaned back, his gaze fixed on the city view outside the tinted windows. Sitting across from him, Mr. Nakamura the underboss of the Yakuza gang, and second in command to Kazuya Takeda the leader of the gang. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat.

Around them, people were already arriving for prayer as the sky began to glow faintly with dawn. Flustered, she hurried inside—leaving her suitcase behind, now somehow secured with a chain to Arash’s motorcycle. --- ---Japan, at the same time--- ---Yakuza Headquarters, Yamamoto’s Office--- Shigei hurried down the hallway, his face lit with excitement as he carried a report just received from their men in Turkey. After knocking and being granted entry, he removed his shoes and stepped onto the tatami floor, bowing respectfully. “Mission accomplished, Young Master. We have secured them all.”