Yakuza Oc Novels & Stories

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

The old man started, "Your father was a Korean member of the Kazuno clan. A crime group syndicate that operates in Japan. He was accused of betraying his group by selling information to outsiders. He was killed by Kazuno Haruto, the leader of the clan. Your mother fled to South Korea with your uncle then moved to London. You know nothing about this, aren't you?" Austin sighed. "You just hand me a puzzle piece that completes the whole picture," The story undoubtedly fit but it was foolish to blindly trust his words. Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and

"We found the wanker that put out that hit on you, his voice interrupted me and I his words sent a sudden feeling of happiness mixed with excitement through my veins, it was like a dream coming true. Amin and his guys had just spared me the trouble of tearing up the whole of London, looking for the person myself, which was the plan I had all along. As I was about to walk out the door with Amin, I stared back at Sharon, her eyes met mine and she turned away. "Let's roll, brother." Amin's voice interrupted me once again and I turned towards the door and walked out. As we walked from the hospital over to the car, Amin briefed me about the man we were about to go pay a visit to, his name was Mic

I should be by her side now, holding on to her hand and declaring how much I loved her but I was here, dealing with idiots and also trying to trace the location of the bloody bitch that shot at my Crystal. "Leonardo, Mario and Alberto are on the case. Their underbosses are on it. We will get whoever did this"Marco assured me. I knew very well that we would catch the mother fucker. My jaws clenched and my Adams apple gobbled. "I know we will. And once I lay my hands on his filthy body, I'll definitely slaughter him like a pig"

The next morning came, and as usual, Hajime is not at home again, but Lazarus decided to wake up early before he can even leave. Lazarus secretly follows Hajime on his way to this "hideout" he mentioned last night. As soon as they reach their destination, Lazarus peeks through the gaps between the metal railings surrounding the area. Inside the vicinity, there are bikes everywhere, a familiar uniform on each member, and they're a set of gangs. It's looks like a yakuza hideout. Lazarus saw Hajime wearing a uniform with a symbol on it, and his eyes widened.

Well, well… this changes everything. I stood at my office window overlooking Manhattan’s magnificent skyline, like a predator examining his territory. Except that it wasn’t completely mine yet. Not until Alexander was out of the way. My phone buzzed. Without looking, I responded. “Speak.” “The Yakuza want their balance by month’s end,” came the chilly voice of Kenji, my contact in Tokyo. “Or they’ll take what you love most.” I clinched my teeth, squeezing the phone closer. “I said I’d have it.”

He spoke in an emotionless tone making Summer go quite. "Fine. I am forgiving you." She held the strips of her bag. "But you have to buy me lunch today and I not not letting you go easily." She told him making him smile. He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want to eat." "Okay then... let's go." She started walking while this time he was walking beside her matching their foot steps. "Alex won't bully you now. Do you have that tattoo? Where is it on your body?" Every Yakuza member would get a tattoo either on neck or shoulder or hand to indicate their organization. The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father.

I greeted. “Hibiki? What’s going on?” he questioned, his tone going serious. “I’ve got yakuza watching my place. I knew something like this would happen. McGuire and the higher-ups are letting the boss go, and as the only Japanese guy in our precinct, I’m getting targeted.” I explained. “Why do you figure?” Rickie asked. “As far as the yakuza mindset goes, you stick to your own nationality. So to them, me being Japanese means I should be on their side. So they see me as a traitor cause I helped get them caught.” I explained.

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of cr

I won't keep her, even if I want to. But there's a part of me that wishes I could skip all these games and simply say what I feel. I step into the sushi restaurant with Lycus on my heels. The girl up front knows we're coming—this place is controlled by the local Japanese Yakuza organization, another minor crime family in the region—and leads me into a back room. It's hazy with cigar smoke, and Don Pavone is already there, the big man leaning back in his chair with an ugly little smile on his lips. Standing behind him is his underboss, Renzo Nasato. The guards and soldiers were all left outside.