Yakuza Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"I have to meet with these men when they are available and that is now. But here, let me fill your glass. It will help you sleep and you won't even miss me." Alessia blew out a breath in disbelief. "That's doubtful. You know I don't sleep well without you with me." He kissed her forehead gently, placing her back in her chair. "Ah, read one of you 'spicy romance novels'. I'm sure that will distract you." Suddenly, his eyes sharpened as he met hers. "But don't forget the rule, moya khoroshaya, no touching yourself without me, even with reading these books, da?"

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

I’d pulled out of her persistent attempts to make us bond, but she just kept coming back. Further down, I’d added something for myself, reading romance novels. I’d intentionally chosen a mafia romance, thinking I might find some peace in it, Instead, it just irritated me. The characters were so infuriatingly smitten with each other, their lives somehow perfect despite the chaos. Unlike me, the female lead wasn’t kidnapped, dragged into a world she didn’t belong to. I slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed. My irritation bubbled over, making me restless. I needed water, I decided, standing up and limping toward the kitchen. My ankle was still healing, and every step reminded me of t

“I just don’t want to see him around! He’s annoying!” I harshly opened the door and caught Ralph leaning at the door, probably listening to our conversation. I walked past him and exited Dante’s room. “What happened to your head and arm?” I halted in my tracks when I heard Ralph’s serious tone for the first time. I don't want to be caught eavesdropping, so I leave them alone and make my way to my room. I reached for my laptop and searched about the Triads. Chinese Mafia. It’s similar to the Yakuza in Japan.

Cassie feigned innocence, a subtle smirk still playing on her lips as she winked at hades. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes darting between the two brothers. “Oh, dear. Are we talking about mafia business? I’m afraid I’m just a simple Russian girl, not much for complex dealings. Just here for the glitter. And the pretty boys.” She gave Gregory a playful pat on the arm, a gesture of ownership that seemed to irk Hades the more.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

“Harder Roman. Own me.” Roman flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up. He slapped my ass twice, the sting making my pussy clench, then drove back in from behind. This angle let him hit even deeper. I pushed back to meet every brutal stroke, clenching tight all over his cock. “That’s it, fuck me like you own me. Fill this pussy up.” He gripped my hair and yanked my head back, his chest pressed to my back. “You don’t walk away. Not from me.” His free hand reached around and rubbed my throbbing clit in rough circles.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

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.

Hey guys thanks for giving my story a chance and i hope younenjoy reading it as mu ch asitjoyedriting it will be updated every Thursday and Friday's. Leonardo is a dark and steamy mafia romance that will contain mentions of guns, drug usage, adult language as well as sexual situations .if your under age please don't read this novel but for those that that do, do so at your own risk now unto the story. Isabella's Pov " You can't be serious, you brought me to a club," Isabella said as she looked up at the massive building in front of her. Her friend Emily rolled her eyes at Isabella, her long blond hair blowing in the wind.