Yakuza Oc Novels & Stories

Jean chirped, immediately looping his arm with mine. “The Yakuza is actually real. That’s what I mean,” Angelo said with a mini shrug. “I know quite a few of them, actually, but we have different territories, so you don’t have to worry about them getting invited to the party. We don’t mix unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he finished with a calm smile. “Wait, wait,” Jean chirped, letting go of my hand and walking over to grab Angelo’s sleeve instead. “Do they use giant bread knives like in the movies and all that?” he asked, clinging onto Angelo’s arm.

Japan is a country where it was legal for people to form gangs. Therefore, there were various gangs and organizations in this country’s society. The famous movie star, Jackie Chan, had once starred in a movie named . The background of the plot in the movie was about the Japanese yakuza. In Japan, the Yamaguchi Group and the Inagawa-kai were naturally the leader and bosses at the top of the pyramid. However, not all yakuza were from the Yamaguchi Group or the Inagawa-kai.

Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap. Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table. "I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in o

It was pretty simple in the grand scheme of things, a party contracts them a target, they kill, get paid and they fund the cartels of the country. Don Caroni pulled the cigar from his lips and threw it in his metal tray. “What about the Yakuza? They are sneaky bastards.” “Lance is on it as we speak.” Alice smirked slightly as she retrospected on the heated moment that she and Lance had before he left her in the city. Don Caroni didn’t miss the look on her face, he smirked. “I see that’s still going. I should’ve clipped his dick.” “Dad!” Alice’s mouth fell open in shock.

they all stare at me and then throw their heads back and laugh at me, that pisses me off and seems to clear some of this lust that’s clouding my judgment, while they are all still laughing I manage to elbow the one holding me in his lap and lunge for what I’m hoping is the exit but just as I make it to the handle I am throw backwards and land with a thud on the lounge all there of them crowd me with eyes as black as night and there canines have started to protrude, they look more animal than man right now, even slightly dripping saliva onto me, The deep growl the rumbles from there chests has me shivering with fear and excitement I try and scoot back on the lounge but they grab my legs and d

As I read and scanned the images and papers one by one, Chief Jackson began explaining. "We gathered reports that Rafael Jewry was once a member of the mafia group, AO, here in the states. I'm sure you are familiar with those initials!" "Yeah! AO Gang was once the strongest mafia in New York. Till the authorities captured each member including their leader four years ago!" AO, an abbreviation for Alpha Omega. The only mafia group that could be compared to MM Scarface, one of the most powerful mafia groups in Italy.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

The jacket barely clung to her shoulders as it was almost about to fall. He didn’t fix it. Didn’t shield her. He walked up the stone steps, pushed open the double doors, and stepped inside. ** The living room was alive with noises. Matteo, Jax, Roman, Enzo, and Nico, who is Dominic’s youngest cousin were all sprawled across the massive black couch, their attention divided between the game consoles in their laps and the flat screens mounted on the wall..one streaming p**n, the other flashing a paused racing game.

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.

“Word travels fast, darling. Especially when you go around slaughtering my men at the docks.” I smirked, stepping closer. “Your men were trying to cart away my shipment. They had it coming.” Her smile faltered slightly, her eyes narrowing. “Those men weren’t just any men, Cross. They belonged to someone very important.” I raised an eyebrow. “Who?” She took a step closer, her perfume sweet and sharp. “Don Macaulay.” The name hit me like a punch to the gut. Don Macaulay wasn’t just any mafia boss—he was the boss of North Bay. Ruthless, calculating, and feared by everyone who had ever crossed paths with him.