Yakuza Name Generator Novels & Stories

A name. Sakava.

She said as she rubbed his head lovingly but he shook his head in protest “Stop it, you’ll ruffle my hair.” Marcus complained with a mouth full of food and his parents burst into laughter as they watched him try to smoothen his jet black hair which was very similar to his fathers’. They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence and once they were done Marcus couldn’t hold himself anymore as he dashed out of the house to one of the neighbouring buildings to fetch his best friend Jasmine, knowing their relationship and being friends with Marcus’ father, her father whom Marcus often referred to as uncle Luke didn’t hold Jasmine back and allowed her to follow him to the temple. Jasmine was a gi

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

“What do you mean?” “I know his Japanese name.” “The full...” “Yes.” “You,” he looks at me, disbelief, written all over his face, “know his family name?” “Yes. Given name, Yuzuki. Family name, Sakamoto.” His eyes widen at my statement, hands sliding through his hair. "Don't worry, I didn't look further than that. Well, I didn’t really have to look that hard." “And how exactly did you know about his paper in the Forensic Science Journal?” His brow arching with the question.

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

His lips are set in a grim line when he looks at Robert, who flinches under Aiko’s gaze. Aiko dips his hand into his pocket and brings out a card. One that he stretches over to Taylor while still looking at me. “Perhaps, you might want to give us a call should you want to do business. You know what we, the Yakuza, have to offer. It will be very beneficial.” I have no doubt that it will. I nod once, and Taylor gets the memo, immediately pocketing the card. Aiko dips his head and leaves together with his men, and immediately they shut the door behind them, I turn to Robert.