Novel & Cerita Yakuza Oc

But very few had ever seen him. In the entire planet, only five had been born into the Lycan rank; the Lycan who controlled the European region, the Lycan of the Oceania islands, the African Lycan, the Asian Lycan, and finally, the Lycan that ruled the American continents. The wolves of both continents were terrified of their Lycan, mostly because he was known to be ruthless and dangerous. Legend had it that he had been around for over a millennium, as he was blessed with immortality. The rumor was that several decades ago, he had created a mafia made up of wolves as strong as betas and alphas to do his bidding. That made his persona all the more frightening, that and the fact he never socia

Claire’s POV: They just kept fighting and fighting. Everything in the place was smashed up or ripped up. All of a sudden there was a huge crash! “ENOUGH!!” A man yelled. Everyone froze and kneeled. I was in too much shock. I just stood there with my mouth gapping open. Looking towards the voice I instantly froze. IT WAS THE ALPHA! At my own party! We made eye contact. Alpha Genesis walked toward the wolves who were fighting. They kneeled and exposed their necks. Clearly showing they were wrong. Everyone in the crowd just stood there staring.

Dark said seriously. "All the Yakuza are now in the lead," Red added coldly. I became serious because of what I was hearing. "So, they are the leader now," I said smiling in my mind. "The second is the Mafia, the third is Assassin, and the fourth is the Gangster," Red added. I sat up straight because of what he said. "Their group is more numerous than the Mafia," he added. "It's fun because the Yakuza are getting higher," Blue said happily.

"I left Rosa's binky in the nursery. I'll be back in a minute." She scampered down the hallway, to Xavier's study room. ****** "Boss, Masashi said he saw Vincenzo in Kobe." Rico informed. Masashi Yoshinawa was the boss of the Japanese yakuza. Yoshinawa-gumi (Yoshinawa group) was the largest Yakuza family, accounting for 50 percent of all Yakuza in Japan. Masashi was a friend of Xavier's and two years ago, he had killed Masashi's father, Kaito Yoshinawa. Kaito was a savagely violent man, even towards his own family. He killed innocent people, including his own wife. Something that the mafia would never do. Masashi was too weak to go against him. Thus, two years ago he came to Xavier for help

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

"Patience. All will be revealed." Another limousine pulled up alongside theirs. The door opened, and Kazuya Takeda, the leader of the Yakuza gang, stepped out. He was a tall man with a commanding presence, his sharp suit immaculate. He entered the limousine, taking a seat beside Nakamura. "Marcus," Kazuya began, his voice smooth, "I am Kazuya Takeda, leader of the Yakuza here in Philadelphia." Marcus's gaze didn't waver. "I know who you are. But tell me, if you're Japanese, why the Korean name?"

“If Father needs my help, the sky would have to come down for that to happen, he's proud of what he has.” “I’m just as surprised as you,” Luca replied with a shrug. “But he gave strict orders that you show up immediately. It might be worse than the case.” My jaw tightened. “What could be worse than the crates?” “Maybe an unavoidable war between the Yakuza's and the Russians,” he answered. I let out a dry breath. “I’ve thought about that. If the Russians attack, the Yakuza's will strike back twice as hard… and they won’t leave anyone alive.”

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”

"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."

Sang-yeon or as properly nicknamed by la familia, the Asian menace is the Yakuza leader, and he has caused numerous problems for us in the past. I had no idea this was the bastard that knocked up Sofia, she wouldn't give me a name but now, thanks to Alessandra, I know he crossed me. He's leaning against his desk when I enter his shabby, overly late office. He's appluent, I would've found some use for Sofia's bastard had she said his name sooner. “Don Romano,” he grins, greeting me like we're old friends. His accent is washed out, by his environment.