Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

Tomi Hideki: The Prankster "Number four, Tomi Hideki – the 'Man with Many Pranks'," she read, her eyebrows shooting up. "He's half Filipino, half Japanese, and the second son of the Hideki Clan, a Mafia boss in Japan. He's the Strategy Head of Knights Advertising, with a mind that's always plotting and scheming." She chuckled, a shiver running down her spine. "He loves to prank people, and it's all fun and games for him. But a Mafia boss's son? Yikes! What if I do something he doesn't like? He might send me to Japan and chop off my fingers!" She clutched her hands to her chest, a wave of fear washing over her. "He's handsome, with those piercing black eyes, but I'm not risking my life for a

The man behind me smiled, drunk and entitled. I slapped his hand away. He laughed and grabbed me again. I was ready to punch him. One hard hook to the jaw and I’d be free. But before I could raise my fist, the man was gone. Down. On the floor. Rafa was on top of him. Fists flew. One, two, three strikes brutal, fast, unrelenting. The man screamed as Rafa smashed his face in, blood slicking his knuckles like crimson paint. His eyes, those gorgeous, dark eyes were murderous. He didn’t blink. Didn’t pause. Didn’t care that the whole club was watching.

Rein had been itching for an excuse to leave. “No, I think I’ll just sleep. Sleep until I forget her,” Damon lamented as he kept sighing. Taking her duffle bag by the shoulder, Rein gestured to Delian that she had to go and mouthed thanks to Lou. “What are you talking about? I’ll come over to your house.” Rein continued to head for the door but quickly stopped in her tracks. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” At the corner table near the pool tables, were two men with the blondest heads on them. They didn’t even bother to look normal as their table was void of food or drinks, and their eyes were focused solely on the back of the mafia underboss.

CAINE The meeting was held in a whorehouse owned by someone who belonged to the Yakuza. His name was Haruki Yamadera. I had never met the owner before but I knew the person who worked for him. A right hand man. I called him Zai. I walked in and went to the table designated for our meeting. Soon, Zai joined me in the opposite seat. He had dark hair, rings on both ears, and tattoos all over his face. He held a pack of cards which he always shuffled. Anyone who watched us would think we were about playing cards. But those card were actually his signature, and weapon. He once told me he had made them into blades, talking about their sharp edges I think.

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.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

April G says as she proceeds to the car. Out of the background, a man in a gray business suit with black, spiky hair pushed back and a goatee approaches them. " Excuses me miss " The man says to April G as she stops walking to see who he is. " May I help you? " April G says. " Actually, your son over there has already helped me today " The man said. " Oh, hey doc! " Liz says as he runs up to him and April G. " Hello there Mr. Wilde " He says.

Vanessa Diamond wasn't what anyone wanted, her brash personality and tomboyish ways turned everyone against her, even her family. Knowing she wasn't wanted Vanessa left home, and moved to the bustling city of New York. She had hoped it would be a place where her dreams would finally come true, but its not always that easy. Forced to work in a gentlemen's club she begins to fit in somewhere...perhaps this is where she was meant to be. But after one 'lucky' night with the Mafia's boss Christiano her life is turned upside down again... But she's ready for the challenge.

I turned around and saw Yvette, still half-asleep, standing in the doorway and rubbing her eyes. But the moment she saw Harold, her face lit up with joy. She was just about to call out to Harold. Then she noticed Jacob in his arms, and the light in her eyes dimmed instantly. She was disappointed. However, Harold remained completely oblivious. In fact, when he saw Yvette, he instructed sternly, "Yvette, good that you're awake. Come over and apologize to Jacob. He ended up like this because of you." To Yvette, those words only deepened her guilt. She looked completely lost. "I…"

His shirt had been ripped open, exposing his chest. The air was stagnant, and a sense of grim hung heavy in the room. The scene was enough to make me wonder what had occurred and whether the man was in any danger. I watched as they appeared to be attending to the man. 'Hmm, that's strange. The mafia doesn't usually help people, but maybe he's one of their own,' I thought as I continued to look on. From my position in the doorway, I could only see the top of his head and part of his chest. But even from here, I could tell that the motionless man was bleeding from his neck and head, the dark red blood spilling across his shoulders.