Yakuza Fanfic Novels & Stories

He sobbed at Yuki. Gathering her last energy, Yuki managed to move one of her hands and touch Fūma's face with a weak smile. She said, "Fuma, this is not your fault. I-I, I'm also guilty. I'm sorry…. I'm sorry. I lo-love you, Fūma. Sorry, because of me.... You have to suffer. I -I make you hurt, and.... You, you have to feel this pain again. I'm sorry.... If only I had never existed. If only I had died back then, maybe.... Maybe now you do not have to feel anything for my departure. I'm sorry... Fūma. Please... Fūma. Please... forgive me.... Please, do not be sad.... No, do-don't cry Fūma…." "Sssttt.... What are you saying? Yuki, this is not your fault. You better keep your energy. I'll trea

she thundered, unwilling to be silenced this time when I tried to kiss the words away. Kumicho. That was right. I was a fucking yakuza boss now. Japan's answer to mafia kings, kumicho was the boss of bosses in the Yakuza. She'd never be safe in my arms ever again. "Fuck. Damn, you feel good. Everything hurts but you feel so fucking good," I ranted. "Coming," she let that one little word out into the room, then howled like I was killing her.

It’s infuriating, how my body reacts to the sound of him. “Tell me about this supplier.” “It’s the Yakuza,” Marco sounds confident. The yakuza? Isn’t that like the Japan version of Italian mafias. A harsh, barking laugh comes from Renzo. “You want us to believe you have links to the Yakuza? You?” “What about that?” Marco’s words thrum with frustration. “You couldn’t get the info on the arsons, you spineless mofo.” Oh, that’s Renzo. Things are really getting pretty heated. This is the time I should probably take my leave.

Juan chuckled in response, seeming genuinely amused by my words before he turned away from the dancefloor and settled his light brown eyes on my own. "It's okay to call it as it is, you know. I clearly hold no love for them. And I am dying to vent a little about how sucky it is to be pulled into this damn farce. Those two assholes do not deserve either Selene or Alessa. They would be better suited ending up alone, honestly, but alas, our world is fucked up and everything is absolute shit. Now, I don't know much about the Yakuza guy that's supposed to marry Tori but I do know their organization values honor and respect more than anything else which means little Tori might have a fighting chan

As Ginga entered his room and closed the door with a bang, the Yakuza boss was stunned at his place. His son was extra angry today. Than came a loud smashing sound. Inside the room, a vase was smashed against the mirror. The school uniform was being torn revealing a body that seemed to be trained for fighting. On the shoulder was a tattoo. The tattoo that belonged to the members of Yakuza. He could not contain his anger. All his life, he acted like an innocent foolish but Summer ended up liking the bad boy. He was heart broken and felt betrayed. But now it all was going to over.

he added looking around the space. I shrugged casually.“Some work partners, I guess, or other people he’s relatively close to. A party can’t be fun with just six or seven people anyway, so I don’t really mind.” “By work partners,” Jean started, scooting closer to me as his voice dropped to a whisper, “do you mean fellow mafias… or maybe the Yakuza and all that?” he asked completely serious. A small breathless laugh escaped me.“The Yakuza isn’t real, Jean,” I started, pushing his shoulders away slightly. “This just isn’t Japan.”

he muttered, knowing something. We halted slowly. I knew I had to pull my hoodie up. "I had a patient come up from one of those people. They belong to the Jade Cross. Kinda like...Yakuzas." Said Dr. Rayleigh. "What's a...Yakuza." "I really can't say much, but they're bad guys. And we need to leave." Dr. Rayleigh was rushing me for some reason. "Doctor, we've come this far. Let's take a photo at least," I whispered, slightly resisting as he tried to drag me away.