Yakuza Fanfic Novels & Stories

Jess sighed exhaustedly and said, “I think I’m dying, Haru. I swear I’m going to die. I mean it. There is not one hot gay couple in the restaurant. What is wrong with tonight? I need at least one hot gay couple to revive my strength. I swear if there are none by the time we finish at twelve tonight, when I get home, I’m going to binge-read some Yaoi manga until morning.” Jess was a hardcore fujoshi and was obsessed with anything to do with Yaoi or LGBT, be it manga, light novels, anime, or movies. It always amazed me because she looked nothing like the fujoshi type. Jess was a blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty. The type that every guy wanted to date. Except Jess wasn’t in the least bit interest

Before Qin Haodong could, Hu Xiaoxian stopped him and said, "Stop daydreaming! Look at yourself! Do you even know what you look like? I throw up every time I see you." Leng Feng's face turned grim. He made his move in no time, but Zhou Tianhu stopped him. "Don't get provoked by them, sir. You can do anything to that woman as long as you kill the gigolo boy." Leng Feng held back his anger. He sniffed and didn't reply to Zhou Tianhu. Zhou Tianhu pointed at Yagyuu Yukime and said, "This is Yagyuu Yukime, a Heaven-Level ninja from Nihon, also a supreme power."

"Argh! The hell with you!" KACHINA GOES BACK to her office after locking the gate and the door to the tunnel. She puts the lamp aside and lets herself fall on the swivel chair. After forcing the woman to give back Kagan's journal, she was triumphant. She lifts the golden book higher to figure out the words engraved on it. MY FAVORITE POEM, SHANTA. "Our story in a fantasy, covered by another fantasy..." She doesn't understand! How mawkish can Kagan be? But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels.

Nitta turned to me instead. “How was Italy?” Ryuu remained fixated on his phone, but I knew he was listening. “How do you think it was?” Fukui grumbled from the driver’s seat. “Ryuu got shot.” “Someone always gets shot,” Nitta said as if it were nothing, flashing me a carefree smile. “I meant, how was your time with your family?” “It was good,” I answered honestly. My gaze drifted to Ryuu, who was watching me now. “I didn’t realize how much I missed them until I saw them again. I hope they can visit soon.”

Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.

He thrust into her mouth and groaned as she sucked him deep and it was some time before either of them could speak again, he pulled her into his arms kissing her possessively, ‘You are more than my equal Zaya, my beautiful little Pakhan, as long as you are by my side I can take on the world. He looked down into the emerald eyes of the woman he loved with every cell of his being, she was his sexy lover, his confidant, the Mother to his children, and the incredibly beautiful trophy wife on his arm but she was also one of the few female Bratva Pakhan’s and together wrapped in their love nothing would be impossible for them. ’I love you Zaya, always’ He kissed her again and she responded, ‘I lov

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

Zenah nodded, "Yeah, although it doesn't work. But we are only friend and he's really not my type and beside he said that I am not also his type." "Oh... What's his name?"He asked. Zenah smirked, "Why are you asking about his name? You're curious? Or.... something else?" "Get the cobwebs out of your mind, besides I might know him since I was also a former delinquent before I because Quivan's butler."He said making Zenah's jaw dropped. "What?! Really?! Are you serious?!" "Yeah, I am serious. So, what's the name of this yakuza that you've been talking about?"He asked.

It was everything he ever wanted, at least now he will die a happy man. On the other side, Yuri had his phone on his bedside, waiting for the call to come through telling him they had found the case. To him, it was not about the money in the case but the important documents that were there. Without that case, there is a high risk of a war between him, the Yakuza, and the Bratva. He did not want to have a war with either of the mafia’s, it took a long time and bloodshed to agree to what they had. If he messed this up it will be over for him.