Yakuza Villain Novels & Stories

Zhi Ruo rambled on with no signs of stopping. "Consort Feiyan, is literally the reason he could even become emperor, now he is being one sided because some new ass's father could help him expand his territory. Tch, he is worse than scum." {Novels are written this way because readers like a cold, strong, motionless main character with goals only to be at the top turning a blind eye to what's really happening around them. Such stories sell well that brings about the creation of abused cannon fodders to make the plot more dramatic. Host would be able to deal with these kinds of trashy main characters once she starts her mission, and this esteemed being is ready to back her up all the way.} The

Two years ago, he sent his Capos into Las Vegas territories and obliterated the Muratori Famiglia; their heirs and women were murdered and burnt beyond recognition while the men watched. The law officials, too terrified of Dante to intervene, let him overrun Las Vegas. The burning of the Muratori heirs was the reason he was known as il Drago - The Dragon of New York. This was the man my father offered me up to; the man I had insulted by turning up late at our first meeting. What was my father thinking when he sent me to meet alone with a man like this? What if Dante did something inappropriate or raped me? Did he really think Dante was a man of honour when he has murdered innocent children?

A harmonic shudder ripples up through the trench, through the deep currents of Alastor, through the coral foundations of Coralspire Palace. Six hundred feet up, at his late breakfast, my uncle Rick's wineglass cracks in his hand. He sets it down slowly. He does not speak. The boiled quail-egg on his plate goes uneaten. And in a sealed dungeon cell my cousin does not yet know she is sitting in, Mabelle lifts her head — eyes red from screaming, throat raw — and feels the shudder through her rootwork bones, and smiles for the first time in two weeks. Morrigwen watches me bond.

The life of this baby meant much more to him than everything that he had. "I signed them. Now, leave Angel," Rudraneel ordered me. "At first, beg to me to leave, Angel," I was at the most evilest phase of my life. "Please, leave Angel. Kiara, please," he begged me. At that time, I couldn't help but laugh. Rudraneel Rane, aka, Kaal. The most feared mafia of the underworld was scared, begging for mercy in front of me. What more would I ever want? That's my salvation.

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

There is nothing I can do. “Where are you taking them?” I ask Hamada and he looks at me, his face stoic as he steps closer to me. “They are no longer under your protection, Matteo. They are now at the mercy of the Yakuza. They both have committed crimes against my family. Especially Valentina. She befriended my niece Emiko, Keomi’s sister, and then drugged and kidnapped her. She sold my niece into trafficking. I only came here for them. Donna Bristol-Romano has delivered them to me. Something you never did. The allegiance we have with you is no more. You failed to uphold your vow to protect those under your reign. The Yakuza are now in allegiance with Donna Bristol-Romano, just as the Irish

Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap. Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table. "I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in o

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

Sherlock said, and Xavier landed another heavy slap on his face, his anger palpable. "Should I have just killed you when you first came out, because I see no usefulness in you? Your sister is much smarter and more competent than you. You've always been a failure, a liability, right from when you were born!" Xavier shouted, his hand almost descending on Sherlock's face again. "Yakuza's son, you really told him that? You're Yakuza's son. Yakuza is the Japanese Mafia, not Italian, you fool. I'm tired of you!" Xavier said, holding his head with his hands in frustration, while Antonio shivered in fear.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.