Yakuza Villain Novels & Stories

He killed his own father for heaven's sake. In the novel, he was described as someone who didn't feel any guilt, sorrow, or love and has a hobby of torturing his prisoners. But of course, it changed when he met the heroine. I didn't think it was love, but he became quite obsessed with the heroine and did all sorts of crazy things in order to possess her. The point is, he was a devil with the face of an angel. And that devil was currently standing in front of me. How come the villain and the villainess met at the marketplace? Fuck! This isn't supposed to happen!

I sighed. I put my shades and cap on before jumping down from the rooftop. I look from left to right before crossing the other street. The guards welcomed me. His men are lined up outside too. Fumihara Shiro, is one of our trusted partners BEFORE. He rules the biggest Yakuza Organization here in Japan and pledged to be our associate. He's our best trade partner of weapons, but little did we know he's stabbing us from the back. Tsk. "Excuse me." A waiter paused and looked at me. He smiled and approach me.

"A high-level martial artist was killed just like that! "Who exactly is this villain?" Marlow hurriedly lifted his head and yelled, "The villain's name is Woody Henderson. He's a citizen of Tiusto City." The elder frowned and asked, "Doesn't this man know that Macarius and Lionel are members of the Martial Arts Union?" Marlow answered, "He does! "Master Davis declared it multiple times. Even the people around them also scolded and told him to not do such a foolish thing. But that brat wouldn't listen at all.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

he said, voice low and steady. “A few details?!” Svetlana stepped back, her voice rising with a mix of anger and disbelief. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes sparked with fury. “Like the fact that you’re the capo of this… this criminal organization?” Dante raised an eyebrow, a flash of irony playing on his lips. “Criminal organization? That sounds… bureaucratic.” “It’s not funny,” she snapped, folding her arms in a desperate attempt to regain some control. A dry, short laugh escaped him, but his expression quickly darkened.

She spat and Enzo punched her with his brass knuckles and she cried out as blood dripped down her broken nose. "Fucking racist" Enzo glared. "I know why she hates me, I will take that you weren't smart enough to scam anyone from country? The Yakuza are ruthless and will smell your bullshit from afar, they aren't ruled by their dick, unlike the men you've met. You are not even attractive" Yumi clicked her tongue. "Agreed," Enzo and I said simultaneously. "We will give you some time to reflect on life and if my wife isn't here in twenty minutes then forget about your worthless life" I declared.

Even when the fucker has killed many, I don’t see myself laying out his life to these people knowing they’re going to kill him eventually. “We’ll give you money in exchange for him,” Sebastian started negotiating. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You have no idea how long we’ve been looking for that fucker. He’s done more damage than good. Boss lady is sick as it is because of him and those yellow motherfucking Yakuza,” I cringed at that. “That's a little racist, don’t you think?” I pointed out. “Does it look like I fucking care?” he regarded me with a look. He’s not scolding like Vincent would have. I only shrugged, looking outside the window.

I greeted. “Hibiki? What’s going on?” he questioned, his tone going serious. “I’ve got yakuza watching my place. I knew something like this would happen. McGuire and the higher-ups are letting the boss go, and as the only Japanese guy in our precinct, I’m getting targeted.” I explained. “Why do you figure?” Rickie asked. “As far as the yakuza mindset goes, you stick to your own nationality. So to them, me being Japanese means I should be on their side. So they see me as a traitor cause I helped get them caught.” I explained.

"I left Rosa's binky in the nursery. I'll be back in a minute." She scampered down the hallway, to Xavier's study room. ****** "Boss, Masashi said he saw Vincenzo in Kobe." Rico informed. Masashi Yoshinawa was the boss of the Japanese yakuza. Yoshinawa-gumi (Yoshinawa group) was the largest Yakuza family, accounting for 50 percent of all Yakuza in Japan. Masashi was a friend of Xavier's and two years ago, he had killed Masashi's father, Kaito Yoshinawa. Kaito was a savagely violent man, even towards his own family. He killed innocent people, including his own wife. Something that the mafia would never do. Masashi was too weak to go against him. Thus, two years ago he came to Xavier for help

“I want everyone to know what happens when anyone betrays me… or tries to fuck with me.” “And what if he’s not working alone and shit goes south?” Antonio countered. “That’s what Ying and his men are there for.” “Ying? Who the fuck is Ying?” Antonio asked, hopping into his pants like a drunk flamingo. Idiot. “He’s part of the Yakuza… Chen lent me a few of his men… Yakuza affiliates.” Antonio paused mid-hop. “You asked Chen Yu for men? Since when—and why, Adrian?” I tossed him his shirt from where it hung off some weird goat… pig… hell, I don’t know what that statue was.