Yakuza Fanfic Novels & Stories

To be truly honest, I wanted no part in what Haruto plans to do as I felt it was over the top but I knew there was nothing I could do to change his mind. Next stop was Yua's . I didn't want to apologize for what I did as I didn't feel an ounce of guilt or remorse but Ryu said to do it so I will do it. As I drove, I thought of what Ryu had in store for me. What would he cook? Would he feed me as usual? What would I even wear? I read online that some guys were into cross dressers but that wasn't my thing. Though, if Ryu wanted me to wear a skirt and wiggle my ass for him, I had no doubt that I would. As long as he loves it. Besides, turning him on was never a problem. I just wondered what kind

I was pushed forcefully and I landed on my knees, not to mention my hands were handcuffed. "Well well well, Who do we have here? Daddy's Lil girl who ran away?" The leader of the gang was vicariously abhorrent. I know him. No, not personally, but I've seen him, he's famous, just as their group is. The group... They're Yakuza. THE YAKUZA.

In this aspect, Ryosuke resembled Miyuki a slightly crazier version of Yumiko's brother, who was also a womanizer, but certainly in a more polished form. Ryo led a life like a rock star, or at least a stereotypical one - he did not shy away from alcohol or other things, including drugs, women and strong music. He and Yumiko shared the fact that they were Aoi Takashima's fans, but Yumiko avoided long conversations with Ryo anyway - once she let him talk her into a quickie in the bar restroom right after work - and, as she said, one time with him was enough for her.

“Come on, you know she’s not my type. I’m into redheads with green eyes. Your woman does not fit that description—not even close.” There was something about redheads that drove him crazy. I didn’t understand why he had such a fascination with physical appearance. I cleared my throat and turned to a more serious conversation. “Did Nikita get anything out of those men we captured?” “They are not Yakuza, that’s for sure.” Fuck, if it wasn’t the Yakuza or the Italians, who else was attacking me and my territory? I didn’t think of another enemy besides the Yakuza and the Cosa Nostra.

“It took him…I think it took him a year to allow us close to him, and when he did, I never left his side. Not when he became cold and cut off and unaffectionate, I was there. Until he went off to Stanford.” “I think it was around that time when I met Haruhi,” Marco chuckled bitterly. “I was obsessed with the Japanese culture: anime, origami, sushi, Japanese, Jujutsu, Aikido, and whatnot,” “I had gotten fluent in Japanese and heard that a girl from the Yakuza had transferred to our school and I instantly sought her out. I gave her a proper Japanese welcome and she was impressed, to say the least,” He shook his head at himself, Sofia’s stomach folding in on itself. “Her grasp on Italian was no

"Mister Severin. Are you an idiot? Do you think you can get Yuka by giving her lots of money? She only likes your money. Not you. You're going to have nothing if you insist on being together with her. She just thinks of you as her bank!" "Brody!" Yuka was so angry that she clenched her jaw tightly. She slapped Brody in the face and her eyes reddened. "Do you really see me as that type of woman? I'm the hall master of Taurus Hall and I have to make sure the operation of the hall could run smoothly. What else do you expect me to do? It's just a gift. What were you thinking? Nothing has happened between us. Yes, I did borrow money from Free Rebel Gang and some businessmen but I will return the

she said, her fingers already dancing across the screen. “Here's one, he's a lawyer who likes sushi. Too boring?” “Definitely,” Angela replied, already shaking her head. “Next one, he's a professional skateboarder that enjoys poetry,” Yuki read, raising an eyebrow. "A bit too much? What do you think, honey?” She turned to Angela. “Yeah, I don't think I could handle that level of cool,” Angela said with a laugh. “Alright, here's a Japanese guy who's an amateur chef and loves to travel. Could be a winner,” Yuki said with a wink.

Luna whispered. Aderald mumbled, thinking of a solution. "Like getting married?" asked Aderald. Luna laughed crisply. "It's easier for me to find a yakuza than a match." Luna joked. Aderald was still unmoved. The veins on his old face tensed. The old man was deep in thought. "I'm going overseas. Maybe there, I can forget all my bad life here!" "No, My Angel. I beg you. Like a house, you are a lamp for us here! This business of buying and selling diamonds is still in its infancy."

According to him, the woman would always mention it whenever they ate together in the dining room. Well, Justin was so intelligent. At one time, I thought that he could study whatever he wanted. He was just so good at everything, including sports. “If you say so, then he might be the president of the K’s group whom no one has seen, or probably the head of the mafia which everyone knows about but has zero knowledge on the founder. He has that air of mysteriousness surrounding him.” Lucy cited, and I shook my head. “Kaden is not a mafia. Why would you even think of that?” I asked her, my eyebrows piqued in unbelief, shouting at myself mentally for defending Kaden when I had just said that we w

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.