Yansim Delinquents Novels & Stories

Chapter 180 —The Promise Narrator: The capital's shopping center was bustling with activity, but among the crowd there was a group that stood out as if it were a presidential entourage; Roman, Aylin, Sasha, Eros, and the twins advanced flanked by at least six bodyguards distributed with precision. Some were dressed in civilian clothes, others in dark jackets and sunglasses, all alert, all knowing that they were accompanying the Devil's family.

A group of guys had busted out a deck of cards in one corner and appeared to be playing poker. “This place is nuts,” Yrah whispered to her companion. Ysiah chuckled softly. “Are you kidding? These are the angels, the model prisoners. Wait till we get to the underground cells. Pow.” He made an exploding gesture next to his head. “Maybe that’s not such a good joke,” Yrah replied nervously. “What crimes against humanity should I expect to see down there?” He reached out and ruffled the top of her head, messing up her ponytail, like a big brother would do to a little sister. “And ruin the surprise? What’s the fun in that?”

His eyes glared ever so slightly in annoyance and irritation at Lazarus' constant bugging and asking for various random things that may or may not benefit them both in their plans. "I mean, I'm a sharp tool with a sharp brain. A tool that is useful. What could you ever ask for? I'm three in one, ungrateful motherfucker. That's why let me in! I'm on the fucking delinquent watch list. Ain't no way I'm going back to Juvenile." Lazarus said. Lazarus and Hajime are both seventeen years old, two teens scrapping off being delinquents, jumping from one gang to another in the slums of Japan.

I needed to make sure that they had been right, that they caught the silly criminals and that… Delinda screamed as one of the criminals caught her. The other one held Declan and pointed a gun to my face. “Your little shitty children have been quite troublesome,” one of them said. Fuck. Can this day get any worse?

“Run. Forget about anything you may have done with them. Don’t try to get involved with one of those guys, Aryana. Do you really want to get into a relationship with a criminal?” “Criminals,” Zeny corrected, accentuating the plural. “For once, I’m going to have to agree with Ms. Tight-Ass here. Those guys are bad news, and not just because they’re criminals.” “This is the part where you elaborate,” I told her, her statement adding to my curiosity.

Xoan was on the verge of losing it, grumbling: "How many times do I have to tell you to quit that nasty habit?" He flashed a sheepish grin and waved Madeline to a seat. "Meet the old man, my dad." Madeline put two and two together—That was Bennet, the guy Asher had talked up. Bennet tossed a file her way. "Here's the lowdown on Yale. He's hanging with the Cimmerian Syndicate's throwaways now." He could not quite pinpoint the memory that sparked it, but a harsh laugh escaped him. "Calling them pawns is too kind. They're just small-time thugs—big on attitude, short on skill."

Everyone is a Saint in SINCITY. Everything is Perfect in SINCITY. Until… Two groups came into SINCITY. One group consisted of two teenage boys on summer vacation. One a non-serious student who thinks the world and all that belongs in it is a big pile of confusion and thus he had decided to spend his vacation in the famous SINCITY of Saints. There is no way a city as beautiful and as rich as that would be without any form or act of sin, determined to learn more about this city and to uncover her secret and flaws, Jason Norman dragged his best friend into going to SINCITY with him but what he didn't remember to do, was to prepare for what he was about to uncover.

I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth, terrified of making even the slightest sound. Inside the private suite, Zann Lima was dressed in a black bespoke suit, perfectly tailored to accentuate his tall, slender frame. He looked nothing like the listless figure who had been confined to a wheelchair. A cigar rested between his fingers as he lounged casually against the sofa, bantering with his men while emanating the commanding presence of a mafia boss. “Don, you’ve kept up the act for a whole year now. Neve Steele has worked down to the bone to pay for your treatments. She barely looks human anymore. This should be enough of a punishment, shouldn’t it?”

It was a coded message that Kate interpreted with ease. “Michael, I think someone is trying to hack the system again. Whoever it is, is trying to breach the penthouse network too,” Jane warned. “It’s a sophisticated attack. They're trying to close our operation. They want to cripple us from the inside out. They know we won't have eyes when they do that, smart move. The team will not make it if they hack our network.” “Phil, you sly fox,” Michael muttered. “Phil is the most difficult antagonist I have ever faced. He's coming for us.”

' Meanwhile in the room opposite Naima's two doors down Yannis' toy arsenal was been put to use by him and Carin. She had a gun pointed to his head and a giant military ship by her side. 'Mr. Yannis Robber Red, you're being arrested for stealing the city's gold and you're spending three hundred years in jail,' she said fiercely. The kneeling boy looked up. 'But that's not how it works, Carin Cop Brown, you've got a "military" ship, you can't be the police, and cops don't get sentence robbers to prison.' A frustrated Carin sighed and threw the gun down. 'I want out! I don't understand your games, not cops and robbers nor the others!'