Yakuza Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Driven by a mix of fear and determination, she decided to follow the message's instructions. With her heart pounding, Sarah stealthily made her way to the designated location, finding a vantage point from which she could observe without being seen. What she witnessed sent shivers down her spine. Aldo stood at the center of a dimly lit room, surrounded by leaders of various gangs. Their hushed conversations and menacing presence confirmed the horrifying truth. Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes as she watched in silent horror, her mind reeling with the realization that Aldo was indeed the powerful mafia boss the anonymous messages had warned her about. Her love for him collided with the knowledg

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.

The limousine glided through the softly lit roads of Philadelphia, the quietness inside the car filled with excitement. Raul, head of the Mexican gang, leaned back, his gaze fixed on the city view outside the tinted windows. Sitting across from him, Mr. Nakamura the underboss of the Yakuza gang, and second in command to Kazuya Takeda the leader of the gang. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat.

"Yes. Don't worry. I told him that you are a friend." I began to worry. Why the hell would the leader of the Yakuza tribe want to see me anyways? Last I heard, they had stopped slicing people open and used more guns. And they had also become investors and corporatocrats, moving money from oil fields to offshore bank accounts. "You also told him I have no plan to join the tribe?" I asked. Zai laughed hard. "You do know how to crack a joke. We don't recruit Americans, Caine. We only take in Japanese. So don't wet your pants."

He looks down at the floor, ashamed of his blood; - I made it myself, and thought for the poster, I am the son of a mafioso, it would not be easy for me, not to think about some supposed situations. - And did you ever use it? - Me with my sister, and my parents I don't know, I guess so. - Okay, I'm not going to keep making you uncomfortable, but I definitely rent this room. - They both laughed in spite of the bad joke. - Emiliano, I want to ask you a question. -sigh- - Tell me. - Do you consider yourself a good doctor? - I'm a doctor of animals, not of people. What do you think?

an Asian looking man who’s just as hot as YS but way older says as he comes to shake both mine and Viktor’s hands. “Ya-Long” he says introducing himself “The Yakuza stand at your disposal Dona De Leone” he bows with a top of his head then takes his leave followed by six muscular men I take mental snapshots of to save in my spank bank. “Your drooling doll” Vic whispers in my ear before kissing the top of my head. “Why do you do that” I ask looking up at him. “I’ll tell you later” he shrugs then says “Or eventually, maybe” I elbow him in the side playfully as another man approaches.

“Like they say, I guess all good things come to an end.” “What happened?” I asked curiously. “One day Nikolai suddenly snapped. He said he had taken this trip to become a better person for a girl he slept with two years earlier, so doing what he did was disrespecting the sacrifice two of you had to make. I knew there and then that the fun was over. He left the Yakuza and began opening companies overseas, and I ended up behind a desk because I wouldn't part with him. So thank you Anya for ending what could have been the most dominant mafia run in this generation.” Riena laughed.

“Seems more to me like she simply can't handle much pressure at all.” Julian looks thoroughly awkward, his smile faltering as his gaze darts between his father’s icy expression and my pale face. My breaths turn shallow, ragged, and terrified, the ghost of the mafia war outside clashing violently with the corporate trap inside.

I thought it was righteous only if I answer to all of her questions or I could say the filthy intentions. “Jeremy isn’t an innocent person? You’re wrong here Miss Jazz,” I replied with my timid voice. She was almost shocked after hearing my voice. She expected that I would be the same nerd and innocent Echo Belle Johnson after all of these years. No… That was impossible and she really didn’t know the guy I dated is a mafia. Though I am not prpud of the fact that he is mafia but sometimes it really does secure me knowing that he is the one.

He is usually more discerning than this. "You misunderstood me again," I rebutted. "I am only saying that it is more fun to have new friends. Why are you so against it? Is there something wrong with that? Is it a crime now to make friends with a lot of people? Try to go outside, and you will understand what I mean. You live like a prisoner here. You have a lot of money. You can go to a lot of fun places, but you are locking yourself here. What a shame." He did not answer. He quietly finished the food and handed me the tray. I left his room, but he still did not say any words to me. He is like this when we fight or quarrel. He gives me cold shoulders.