Yakuza Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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.

Even when the fucker has killed many, I don’t see myself laying out his life to these people knowing they’re going to kill him eventually. “We’ll give you money in exchange for him,” Sebastian started negotiating. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You have no idea how long we’ve been looking for that fucker. He’s done more damage than good. Boss lady is sick as it is because of him and those yellow motherfucking Yakuza,” I cringed at that. “That's a little racist, don’t you think?” I pointed out. “Does it look like I fucking care?” he regarded me with a look. He’s not scolding like Vincent would have. I only shrugged, looking outside the window.

'I was told you wanted to die,' I said with a slittering tongue. She looked at me with eyes as sharp as her father's. 'Why do you want to know our secrets?' 'Let's just say I have a particular interest in doing business with your Yakuza,' I said, pronouncing it like it was dirt on my tongue. 'Tell me how you operate and your underground quarters,' I continued, raising my voice to ensure she understood how serious I was. I hate dealing with women, especially in the Mafia, but Yumi was different. She was going to take her father's place when he died and I needed to stop it.

“Take your time, dolcezza. But if you make me wait too long… I might just kidnap you.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Really?” I tried to joke. “Really,” he growled. ******* Luca POV My kitten thought I was joking. I wasn’t. As she ate, I studied her—the way her lips closed around her fork, the way she savored food without apology. Not like those models who push lettuce around on a plate. No, Yasmine was real. A woman with fire. A woman I wanted in my bed. In my life. I refilled her glass, imagining her in nothing but those heels, dripping in diamonds I’d bought her, moaning my name until she forgot every man who had ever touched her.

Kira snapped around to find Yaku standing with her arms around her back and grinning. “Sounds like an interesting mission you had, Onee-san.” “YAKU! What the hell are you doing here? I told you not to follow me!” “Did you take them out all by yourself? That’s impressive. I didn’t know you had it in you.” “Yaku… I SWEAR, I’M NOT BUYING YOU ANY MORE FOOD!” Yaku’s expression instantaneously turned into worry. “Now… wait a minute, Onee-san… That’s kinda cruel…”

"I just want you to be okay. Do you know that the people close to me always have to live in fear?" "Trust me, I'll be fine. Besides, not many people know about our marriage." Kanaya stood on tiptoe so she could reach Lucas's neck and wrap her arms around him. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Kanaya shook her head slowly, biting her lower lip sensually. "You win, but accept my punishment." Lucas lifted Kanaya's body, now with both of Kanaya's legs wrapped around Lucas' waist. "I accept your punishment, my Mafia Lord," whispered Kanaya, who then received a slightly rough kiss from Lucas.

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.

She wasn't surprised. "Then?" Leah asked. "Then...obviously I said no and ran away. He looked very mature to me. I don't know why he said such a thing." Yuri said and sighed. "You remember what I told you, right?" Leah asked and Yuri quickly nodded. "Not to trust anyone, mind my own business, only try to protect myself," Yuri said and Leah nodded. "Yuri...what did he look like?" Leah asked. "To be direct...he looked like a yakuza." (A gangster in Japanese.) Yuri said and Leah's pupil slightly dilated. It's been a very long time since Yuri saw her giving such a reaction.

She spat and Enzo punched her with his brass knuckles and she cried out as blood dripped down her broken nose. "Fucking racist" Enzo glared. "I know why she hates me, I will take that you weren't smart enough to scam anyone from country? The Yakuza are ruthless and will smell your bullshit from afar, they aren't ruled by their dick, unlike the men you've met. You are not even attractive" Yumi clicked her tongue. "Agreed," Enzo and I said simultaneously. "We will give you some time to reflect on life and if my wife isn't here in twenty minutes then forget about your worthless life" I declared.

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.”