Yakuza Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Blue said happily. We don’t even care about the ratings of who has more staff or members in different states of underground life. I forgot to say that we are also Yakuza, assassins, and gangsters not just Mafia. "We are Kings of all Kings," I whispered in my mind. I smiled and turned my gaze to them. "We're going," I said briefly. At the same time, they looked at me, which made me smirk even more. "Really?" Blue and Red said at the same time.

"Yes, my lady. There are adventurer guilds, merchant guilds, information guilds and the most notorious mercenary guilds. A lot of commoners who have a hard time earning a living usually join the mercenary guilds as its easy to make a lot of quick money that way" "Ohh really! Well then, what about the best information guild in the capital?" "Well, if I really think about it, that would be the Lotus guild. They are known to be the best in the entire kingdom actually. But its very difficult to come in contact with them as they work behind the scenes. But why do you ask my lady? I hope you're not planing anything dangerous?" Betty asked looking a bit worried. "Of course not Betty. I wouldn't dre

he asked, trying to inject the stoicism into his voice. His eyes betrayed him. He wanted blood. More than what was already on his hands. He wanted death. JR hurts people, but daddy obliterates them. My mouth went dry. I couldn't think. My palms became clammy. My heart pounded. The room spun. "Watch her. I'll be right back," I just barely heard Harmon say. "Did you hear me say he's yakuza? Don't pick a fight we can't win," Liam's voice cut through the outcries and people rushing by, fighting to be heard.

he muttered, knowing something. We halted slowly. I knew I had to pull my hoodie up. "I had a patient come up from one of those people. They belong to the Jade Cross. Kinda like...Yakuzas." Said Dr. Rayleigh. "What's a...Yakuza." "I really can't say much, but they're bad guys. And we need to leave." Dr. Rayleigh was rushing me for some reason. "Doctor, we've come this far. Let's take a photo at least," I whispered, slightly resisting as he tried to drag me away.

Lucas explained, I sat up on the hospital bed “Branded him with what?” I asked “I don't know but him being branded is sort of a Mafia thing. Who ever killed him rans a Cartel and was sending a message” Lucas explained, I covered my palms remembering how heavily guarded Vincent was, who would manage to kill him?. “And am guessing it's not Lord and his gang” I said “No it isn't. I don't even know if Lord is aware of this” Lucas said with a sign, he sat next to me looking as dejected as I felt.

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.

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.

Fabian narrated confidently making me shriek and feel smaller like the ants. "You!" Hiro uttered in disbelief. Known as a formidable yakuza figure both in Japan and abroad, Hiro's reputation for ruthlessness precedes him. Yet, despite this fearsome aura, Fabian remains undeterred. Instead of cowering in fear, Fabian meets Hiro's wrath with an intimidating presence of his own, turning the tables on the notorious gangster.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”