Yakuza Sera Novels & Stories

the driver asked as the engine started. Jason glanced at Serena who just shrugged her shoulders. "Ramen on Juanda Street, sir," said Jason who immediately smiled at Serena. The girl knitted her eyebrows together as if Jason's guess was right just now. "Why do you know there's a top ramen place there? Have you ever been there with your clients?" guessed Serena who sounded very funny to Jason. Jason chuckled softly. "Of course it's impossible, how could businessmen go there." Serena chuckled in annoyance. "So what?"

Riena let go of the boy’s hand as Anya approached, and the two of them collapsed into a hug. “Oh my baby, don't be scared. Mommy is here, okay?” I went to stand by them in front of Riena, my attention remained on her. She had dyed her hair black and looked entirely different with a wardrobe change. This wasn't Riena the office worker, this was Riena Kurobane, Blood assassin of the Yakuza, daughter of the Black Raven of Osaka. But it seemed Anya didn't care about that. She stood up, her face red with fury, and slapped Riena hard across the face. Riena’s men moved to react, but Riena held up a hand to stop them.

I’m not scared of his wrinkled liver-spotted ass since I can take him in a fight. Hibiki was a trooper as he took the seat, which put his back to my father. He knew well enough I’d want to keep an eye on the bastard. And I have to admit it’s a bit of a badass move. Turning your back to the head of a yakuza is considered one of the ultimate offenses. And based on how hard Takashi is trying to glare a hole through Hibiki’s back, he is taking it as an offense.

Zenah nodded, "Yeah, although it doesn't work. But we are only friend and he's really not my type and beside he said that I am not also his type." "Oh... What's his name?"He asked. Zenah smirked, "Why are you asking about his name? You're curious? Or.... something else?" "Get the cobwebs out of your mind, besides I might know him since I was also a former delinquent before I because Quivan's butler."He said making Zenah's jaw dropped. "What?! Really?! Are you serious?!" "Yeah, I am serious. So, what's the name of this yakuza that you've been talking about?"He asked.

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.

Dear Allies, The Japanese waged a war on us despite the truce. They shot the don and his family, before taking his husband and daughter away. I, Valeria Sero, am currently the one in charge as the don is too weak to fight. We ask for your help. We cannot let the Japanese disturb the peace we have built over the years. Fight with us and we will share the weapons we take from them. We all know what they're hiding. Sincerely, Valeria Sero

Cody nodded. “So they did that to you?” Indra asks. “I thought that was obvious,” Cody turns to her. “No shit, Sherlock,” Indra grumbles under her breath. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Ludo spoke up. “The only Masahiro Drug Cartel the world knows is Yakuza,” my eyes widened at that. “The Korean Mafia. I mean, they’re not the top dogs but they’re not exactly on the low either,” Indra bursts out laughing. “It gets worse,” she said in between laughter. “Fucking hell, it gets worse. Why the fuck was I born in this shit?” she said gripping her hair.

A few short moments later, there was the sound of several gunshots and screams, and all was then quiet. Find your way out of your cage. And if you can’t find an exit, make one. ‘Easy for you to say.’ Ren thought to himself. [1] Yakuza: Yakuza is also known as gokudo, and they are members of traditional organised criminal syndicates in Japan

“I’m fine.” I became aware of the crowd again. Everyone looked thrilled. Caterina smiled fondly at Sera. I wouldn’t have proposed if she hadn’t all but given me the nudge in the kitchen. Before she was mine, Sera was a daughter who was wronged by a mafia boss, and Caterina wouldn’t allow her to be screwed over by a second one. Tucking Sera against me, I raised my voice, “Let’s get inside before we freeze our limbs off. Happy New Year, everyone.”

Present Day: Verance City Sera poured whiskey with steady hands. Four fingers, no ice, a flick of the wrist that sent the amber liquid spinning before it settled, she'd perfected this. She slid the glass across the sticky bartop, and the grumpy regular, a werewolf from the Southside crew, grunted his thanks. "You're a gem, Ser." He said. "Sera," she corrected smiling. "Not Ser. Not Serena. Sera." "Whatever." He knocked back the whiskey in one gulp. "Same time tomorrow?"