Yakuza Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper. A shadow detached from the darkness: a Yakuza thug in a tailored suit, irezumi tattoos glowing under ripped sleeves. Not Kane’s crew these bore the dragon insignia of the Kurogane-kai, a rival faction splintered from Tokyo’s old syndicates. Kane had allies in the Yamaguchi-gumi offshoots, but Kurogane hated outsiders poaching their tech smuggling routes. This ambush? A declaration of war.

once again Nishi almost rolls her eyes back of her then squeezes her eyes shut pressing her forehead with the tip of her finger. “Please try to recall it? It would be good and will help to find your friend faster.” officer Yamaga said “Oh I remember its Ryuu, Yuki Ryuu senpai” ** “Yuki Ryuu” Takeshi glares at the blond-haired tied in front of him with the tattoo all over his arms along with the one which is upon his chest. “Good name you got there I didnt know you were some rich fund kid, or I would have killed you right at the spot. Rather than going through all this process from kidnapping you that night and bringing you here” Takeshi rolls his eyes cracking his knuckles one after the othe

I uttered before turning to the guard "Prepare Lamborghini, Royce Rolls, and Mercedes. I will be attending the dinner" Then I looked back at Isabel. “Find out what gown his wife will be wearing tonight… and prepare me the exact same one. I’ll wear it too.” A smirk curved my lips as a familiar fire ignited in my chest. Let the revenge begin.

In the parking lot in Francesca’s car away from prying eyes, Tamara brought her knees up to her chest and let the tears flow. She could see Francesca didn’t understand but the woman didn’t push. She just gently rubbed Tamara’s back as Tamara cried. Flashbacks of a year ago rushed through her brain. Why did she feel this way? They had wronged her! Tried to kill her! And yet her revenge journey felt like it was taking away pieces of her soul. “Want me to take you home?” Francesca eventually asked as Tamara stopped crying and silently stared out the car window. “No,” Tamara shook her head. “Let’s go see her,”

The sympathy Camille felt a moment ago was long gone. Warriors came closer in case anyone would like to attack their Queen. - I can see you are doing great. - Camille smirked. Her words made a few witches hiss, but she did not bother to look at them. - You had your fair share in bringing us to this state. - The witch who spoke about revenge looked at her. - I am sorry, but who are you? - Camille glanced at her with curiosity. This one could be the most dangerous. - Callista. - There was a short answer.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

She exhaled and seemed to relax into my touch. “I just hate the fact that the woman that murdered your father is still alive and breathing…” “Two weeks and everything will end,” I flashed my smile before wrapping my arms around her. *** I eagerly waited as the Priestess concluded the coronation. My eyes darted to the guillotine that glimmered, reflecting the bright light from the poles. Today was the day that bitch would die. A smile stretched my face as I glanced at Kaia by my side, who seemed to echo my smile. I was happy as long as she was happy.

Mia stammered. Instead of an answer, a sudden crash of thunder split the sky. Lightning flashed, and for a brief second she caught a clear glimpse of him. He was wearing something over his face, like the protective masks welders used to shield themselves from flying sparks. His entire outfit was black, and in his hands he carried a massive weapon… the kind you only ever saw in movies. He definitely wasn’t Axel. "Come with me," the mechanical voice said, "if you don’t want things to end badly."

We both smiled at each other, taken back to the day we all met for the first time officially. This was the last thing we needed. The last thing to fit in the puzzle and solve everything. I got what my father wanted for the world to know. This is it. I did it. We all did it. I, Layla Smith, can proudly say that this is the day when my revenge is completed. Xx__xX