Yakuza Kiwami 2 Novels & Stories

Aki leapt from roof to roof. Her tabi boots touched the tiles lightly before pushing off. She was harnessing Karamijutsu (Body-lightening). Without warning, a tile she was stepping on broke and she slid straight down to the edge of the roof, only managing to grab the gutter in the nick of time. She was dangling there when Yuriko appeared on the incline, just a few feet away, crouching and fanning out a set of throwing knives. Apparently, she had launched a projectile that broke Aki’s foothold.

I know that this casino is actually still in Arawn’s possession but the rats have infiltrated it a long time ago, slowly smuggling huge amounts of money out of it without his knowledge. This is a problem. But not really the biggest one. Setting down my glass and my clutch, I flick back my hair with a broad smile. “Hi, I’m Amber!” “Hi, Amber, how are you?” the croupier smiles at me as he takes new cards out of his deck for me. “Fine, thanks.” Leaning in, I giggle, “I usually don’t play.” The man sitting next to me smiles, taking a sip of his drink. “And you start at a 500-dollar table? You are savage.”

If it weren't for continuing the act, I'd tear off his mask. "Mate? Well, Sir, I sympathize with your situation. If your wolf really senses that I am your mate, then I'm unlucky. But I'm really not Ella. Have you heard about the Second Chance? I believe all werewolves know that after one side rejects the other, the Moon Goddess arranges a second mate for them..." "Second mate?" Kevin seemed wounded. At this moment, his body stiffened, and I could feel the tension in his shoulders lighten.

He looked at my tied hair and his left corner of mouth twitched. "Kamina," I whispered slowly. Amy snapped her fingers and said, "yes." she glared at Tristan and said again. "Kamina.." "Kamina.." "KAMi..." Alpha king looked at me, "..Na." He forced the words and narrowed his eyes at me. Fish...fish.....fish ....fish shit... iam doomed. He won't spare me now. I looked at Amy angrily, up and down, up and down rapidly. 'Shut up! '

hurted by that mental comment but I knew it was true I almost jumped when I felt his hand on mine.. "You always knew..so why today..?"he asked softly I sighed.."I knew ..but I didn't want to believe.. until you say it with your own words" He gave me an intense stare .. though I didn't return it instead I looked away "So tell me Ahmed are you in the Mafia??" I asked looking at him He looked back.. his hazel eyes sunk into mine.. then he swallowed.., his Adam's apple moving up and down , for a minute I swooned

Yami said as Kazuko turned and looked at him. "Oh come on, don't tell me after bragging that much, you'd loose to a wimp like that" Yami said as Kazuko eyes widened when she heard that. "Are you trying to fail this exam? If you do that, you'd be the failure among all of us, so stop playing around and win that thing already. Make sure you do it quickly cause it's getting embarrassing seeing you fight like this" Yami screamed as Kazuko became angry and thought, "He is right, what do I think I'm doing giving up, I can't loose this fight"

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Iori heard light footsteps scurrying beside her and she turned to see Kimiko making her way to the kitchen like a scared hamster and pouring the wine Kurosaki-san had asked for. “Kurosaki-san, It’s so good to see you,” Kajima said as he bravely went into the room and sat down at the table. Seriously that man’s obliviousness was going to kill him someday. “I can’t say the same for you. I mourn the minutes that I have to stare at your ugly face,” Kurosaki-san said checking her perfectly polished nails as if looking for microscopic imperfections in them. Kimiko put the glass of wine beside her and she took it without sparing the poor woman a glance. Kimiko looked at Iori with pleading eyes as s

That I'm not ready? Jade doesn't care. She doesn't ask for a ready man. She takes the one who falls. And I fall. When I finally turn towards her, her gaze is already fixed on me. It's not searching. It's waiting. No pleading. No pressure. Just the certainty of having already won. Her hands clasp my neck, her lips brush mine. She waits still. And I understand: she wants me to yield, not to consent. So I yield. My mouth finds hers, and it's a kiss without brutality.