Yakuza Fanfic Novels & Stories

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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"They're the Japanese and Russian mafias, I guess?" I nodded. "Good girl. What else?" I reached for her, gently uncrossing her arms, then lifted her chin with my fingers. My touch lingered on her soft skin, savoring the quiet vulnerability she never let anyone see. Her breath hitched. "I know the Yakuza don’t take well to female leaders and Russians are cold-blooded." A smirk pulled at my lips. I stepped closer, hands curling around her waist. "You tried, flogista mou." I whispered the words against her skin, my lips trailing down her jaw. "But you can do better, can’t you?"

The bartender acknowledged their order and set to work, crafting the refreshing beverages. Curiosity piqued, Yuka decided to get into Ryu's nocturnal lifestyle. "Are you always up this late?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee, her eyes filled with genuine intrigue. Ryu momentarily glanced at his phone before tucking it away, ensuring his focus remained on Yuka. "Most of the time, yes. Why do you ask?" he responded, genuinely interested in her perspective. "Well, I've never really met a musician before," Yuka admitted, momentarily forgetting that her cousin, Nato, was also a musician. She continued, "It surprises me how distinct your lifestyle is compared to that of salaried workers." Ryu

Miu frowned. “Well, you know my job.” I sighed, deciding to go with this story. To make it my fault, we are being hunted. I don’t want anyone to know Yūri was a Hatake, let alone the Kitsune. “Yea, you’re a cop. What about it?” Miu sighed. “Well, I recently initiated a raid on the yakuza clan resulting in even the boss getting taken in.” I sighed.

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.

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.”

I sighed. I put my shades and cap on before jumping down from the rooftop. I look from left to right before crossing the other street. The guards welcomed me. His men are lined up outside too. Fumihara Shiro, is one of our trusted partners BEFORE. He rules the biggest Yakuza Organization here in Japan and pledged to be our associate. He's our best trade partner of weapons, but little did we know he's stabbing us from the back. Tsk. "Excuse me." A waiter paused and looked at me. He smiled and approach me.

anties down, she clutches my hand and whispers, “Please… it’s too soon.” I don’t wanna listen to her coz my c.ock is already swollen and ready. It can’t be left hanging. My intact desire to proceed with where I left off suddenly grapples with my hesitation when her eyes well with tears. So what if she’s crying? It’s her job to satisfy me! I’m Davide Ocampo - The Manila Mafia’s heir to the throne! Nobody can lord over me! I pin Mackenzie to the desk and heartlessly press my face into her b.rests again. Then, I freeze when a growl of what seems to be a huge, untamed beast rumbles in the air.

With the D’Angelo family occupied with Serafino, the police could be gathering intelligence and evidence against Dante as well. “You’re right, they are,” Dante says the words so easily, and so calmly that it somehow strikes panic in me. “There’s this new guy who’s suspicious of me.” “What?” “Luca tells me he’s been transferred here from Japan after bringing down one of the most powerful yakuza families there.” “What?” I repeat, a little louder this time. “Then all the more reason for you to lay low! How are you so calm about this?” Dante leans forward, kissing my hair at the top of my head. The gesture is enough to melt me into a puddle of goo. This is bad. Dante’s trying to distract me.