Yoriichi Tsugikuni Novels & Stories

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

. He fought to free himself, but couldn't do anything. That masked man smashed him on the ground again and again. Tsashi felt like every bone of his body was broken. He was shedding blood all around. "Time to go, he'll be here soon," muttered the masked man before he tossed Tsashi in the air. Before Tsashi could fall to the ground, a voice came. It was the assassin's voice. "Roaring Tiger Fist." A fist landed on Tsashi's chest, making him fly off like a broken kite smashing on tree after tree, before finally landing on the ground. His pulse and breathing had stopped. The assassin checked his body before smiling. "Mission accomplished," The assassin muttered, but suddenly his face ch

She was slowly pulling it up when the door opened. A tall man walked inside. He has fair skin and jet-black hair and towered over everyone. His jawline was defined and emphasized the masculine characteristics he possessed. She had never seen a man move quite like him, gracefully but with an unforgiving glint hidden behind his piercing blue eyes. Even though he was across the room, the aura surrounding him demonstrated the immense power he possessed, and she was frightened of what she saw. She had come into contact with dangerous men. Throughout her life, her stepbrother Cole and even her father have shown her distress... However, neither of them possessed the same level of intimidation as th

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

She hits the floor with a sickening thud and lies motionless. Enyo uses the moon's energy and moves at a speed that is almost invisible to the human eye; she jumps on to the warrior's back. A knee in his shoulderblades and a foot on his other shoulder, gripping his head she snaps it with a strength that doesn't belong to someone her size. He is dead before he even realises what has happened. Trent has shifted back and now has the child cuddled to him. Enyo now stands right in front of the three who now look less smug. Her body has a white glow to it as the moon energy floors through her, her chest is heaving.

Hugo said, tossing the brass. Dominic walked over, his eyes scanning the charred bodies of his men. "What do you see?" "Center mass, headshots. Clean," Hugo stood up, shoving the brass into his pocket. "Professional work. No hesitation. They didn't even give our boys a chance to scream." Dominic looked at the bullet holes in the wall, his jaw tight. "Tokyo standards," Dominic muttered, his voice dropping. "Yamaguchi-gumi," Hugo nodded. "Takahashi sent his top-tier hitters. He’s spitting right in your face, Dom."

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

In his place was a demon capable of being ruthless enough to kill his companions for profit brutally. Holy Tiger had been operating Yamafuji Sai in Japan and using the organization’s bounty hunters to make money in recent years. Who knew how many crimes he had committed? The rampaging Holy Tiger had unleashed the strongest move from his first attack. His punches could be compared to those that Sachin Taylor dishes out. Of course, that was before Sachin Taylor went berserk. The fact of the matter was Holy Tiger would not be Sachin Taylor’s opponent, but the skill gap was definitely not far off.

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.