Yakuza Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

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. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

“I thought I was building this for their new product line. Why is Mr. Saga talking about 'illegal transportation'?” “Quiet, Marquez!” Laxus’s voice was calm, but it rumbled like distant thunder. His hand tightened on my waist, a clear command to shut up. “We’re done here.” “No, we are not! You lied to me! You used me!” I couldn't stop the scream from ripping out of my throat. Tears of pure betrayal began to sting my eyes. Linti kaw, Laxus! I actually had a crush on you, and you turned me into a criminal!

He said and stood up from his chair, pulling his phone out and I frowned. “Why him?” I asked and he shrugged. “It is where we get our tattoos, he is a very close friend of mine and they aren't involved with the mafia.” I guess I saw his point but I don't know why I wasn't a fan of the idea. I kept my mouth shut though because it was none of my business nor do I want to make it my business. I have my own shit to run.

The Baron giggled when he saw my awkward reaction. “Its okay...” He smiled and fell silent for a moment. “By the way, my name is Sakamaki Yuu. I came from a world called Earth, in a place called Japan.” He said. “Eh... Japan, huh? I see.” I smiled. We fell silent again as the both of us got absorbed in our thoughts. As I glanced from the corner of my eyes, I noticed Izana stroking the Baron’s hair gently. He seemed to really like the Baron. I’m glad that I brought him along. I chuckled silently.

Peering down, Akira observed the man that followed him to this world, and couldn't help but question his intentions. ["Host, are you ready to receive the plot of this world?"] ******* Yoshiki Garcia He was born to Marco Garcia and Lilian Garcia and into the mafia group, the Renegades. He was born extremely handsome and very intelligent alongside his twin brother who was older by 13 seconds, as a result, he became the younger twin and was spoiled and pampered by everyone in his family, he and his brother were taught from a young age on how to use weapons to learn martial arts, his twin entered the mafia world when their parents were killed by a police officer. Yoshiki grew detached from his b

His fingers skimmed my collar, dragging lower, slow and possessive, igniting sparks where heat met skin. My breath sharpened, and my glare never wavered. “Dream on, De Luca,” I ground out, my voice rough, but a dark tremor twisted in my chest—an unwelcome pulse of fear and something worse. His smirk deepened, eyes dancing with delight. “Welcome to hell,” he purred, lethal and knowing. “And I don’t ruin the things I find… interesting.” “You’re not my prisoner, Niko,” Alessio’s smirk darkened, and without warning, his teeth grazed my lower lip in a wicked, biting tease—a dangerous promise laced with heat.

And now you dare rub it on my face? What you think of it huh? I accept my lifestyle; I proudly wear my status not like you fucking double face. You want to throw your brother into deep holes of sorrow fear and tears, to hell with you. Fuck it. Do whatever you want to get him back. But remember, I won’t help you even if you crawl back to me. Leave before I throw you out". It was the Mafia speaking. Lucas; was a whole mafia himself. He went out of his penthouse to god knows where leaving a messed up Jeffery and a silent Parker behind.

once again Nishi almost rolls her eyes back of her then squeezes her eyes shut pressing her forehead with the tip of her finger. “Please try to recall it? It would be good and will help to find your friend faster.” officer Yamaga said “Oh I remember its Ryuu, Yuki Ryuu senpai” ** “Yuki Ryuu” Takeshi glares at the blond-haired tied in front of him with the tattoo all over his arms along with the one which is upon his chest. “Good name you got there I didnt know you were some rich fund kid, or I would have killed you right at the spot. Rather than going through all this process from kidnapping you that night and bringing you here” Takeshi rolls his eyes cracking his knuckles one after the othe

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