Yakuza Man Novels & Stories

THE MAN IN YELLOW

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”

That was her crazy and madness for vampires. On the other hand, Hana was shivering in fear, not understanding what Nabi planned with Ian. The only thing she knew about Ian was that he was Nabi's friend, and always being with Nabi alone or with some girlfriends made her not even know about Ian's face or looks. Nevertheless, she acknowledged him as a gentleman based on Nabi's experiences with him. Gulping her drink, she fixed her eyes on the door. A tall teenager with an athletic body in a white shirt and blue jeans entered. His brown eyes and hair quite complimented his light skin tone.

They forced me up on my feet, as the bald man walked closer to me, his eyes looking right at my lips, before running down to my cleavages again. "I'm pretty sure she's just playing hard to get." He smirked, reaching out the same finger I had bitten, to touch my lips. I recoiled at his touch, eliciting a chuckle from him. His eyes were suddenly stuck on someone behind me, and he didn't seem to be pleased by this person's presence; none of them were pleased. "The fuck are you doing here, Yakuza bitch?" He sneered, and just then I was finally able to see the woman he was talking to.

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a su

he orders and I roll my eyes. The owner of the voice waits for while, probably waiting for me to come out but I don't and the person walks away. After a while, the door of my room bursts open and one of the men from yesterday grabs me from the chair. "You should be down" he says still holding my arm. He leads me downstairs to the large living room where Mr. Kriss is seated, not just he alone, but another man who in a way shares a resemblance to Mr. Kriss

The man also had a pompous tone of voice. Charlie stared at Yahiko and spoke coldly, “Watch your tongue. Don’t think that I won’t beat you up just because you are an elder. I’ll beat you just the same if you make me angry.” Yahiko gasped in bewilderment. He had never received such ill-treatment before. Even the current seventh leader of the yakuza would be respectful to him. No one dared to talk to him like that in this country. Yahiko was clearly agitated. He pointed at the bodyguards and ordered, “Teach him a lesson!”

While holding his jaw, James blasted two bullets into the head. "JAY!" yelled James. He came to help Jayden, who was struggling with a Yakuza who attacked him with a Katana. James kicked the gangster behind, forcing Jayden to escape. Jayden took the opportunity to turn things around by stabbing the Katana at the man.

Fabian narrated confidently making me shriek and feel smaller like the ants. "You!" Hiro uttered in disbelief. Known as a formidable yakuza figure both in Japan and abroad, Hiro's reputation for ruthlessness precedes him. Yet, despite this fearsome aura, Fabian remains undeterred. Instead of cowering in fear, Fabian meets Hiro's wrath with an intimidating presence of his own, turning the tables on the notorious gangster.

People said he was a quiet man who used very few words. I wanted to know what he went through to be like that. That wasn’t something that just happened randomly. I wanted to know every single thing about him and I couldn’t help these feelings. “Takumi, I’m glad you came,” he said to a Japanese man. He was the most likely person to recognize me since Alfonso worked closely with the Yakuza. I was shocked he was on Russian ground. Everyone in the underworld knew the Yakuza and the Bratva never got along.