Yoriichi Tsugikuni Novels & Stories

"At the abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street. My source says he's about to close a drug deal with Yoshiro-Nagama." Michael turned away, as Pedro went on with the details. Yoshiro was the new Oyabun of a century-old Yakuza, controlling the inflow and outflow of drugs and weapons in Asia. As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun.

Sandra laid in silence, trapped in the middle of the entire tension. "You do know I'm on your side." "A thousand things I know. That, I do not." Great. They were speaking in parables again. "Finally," Sandra sighed as she saw a man wrapped in a white robe approaching her. His head was bent down as he looked at the notepad in his hand. He reminded her of someone, but she was unsure of who the person was. She noticed the arrow shaped tattoo on his right hand. She knew she had seen that tattoo before. She hitched her chin up in an attempt to get his face. He did not look up for what seemed like forever. Eventually,she gave up.

“Alpha Kilhan, this is much bigger than we thought. We are dealing with a great enemy here. For him to have gotten this report concealed, then he is a man of power and influence, greater than we imagined.” “I don’t care if he’s a god! I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.” I uttered with gritted teeth. “The first record, have you found out who owned the account?” I further asked, raising my head to look at him. “Yes, the account had the name Tima Maria. The money was withdrawn immediately the account was credited, and I also found out it was the first and last money to get into this account. It was closed immediately after the withdrawal.” “And did you find this Tima Maria?” I further inquired an

I placed my hand on his cheeks, and I couldn’t explain why. My touch took him out of his trance. He backed away as quickly as he came. “What—“ “I don’t like the smell of sandalwood.” He declared. “Today I followed it all over my castle, wanting more of it. I think it may be my favorite smell after today.” He inhaled again and this time shivered at the exhale. “I want you.” He growled, and his grip was back, it was tighter and pulled a few of my untamed locks out of my scalp.

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

Splinters explode into the air, but in the middle of the chaos I hear a commanding Alpha roar I wasn’t expecting. “Stop the fucking fire! Patriarch Lorenzo, I’m Enzo Bianchi. Call off your men!” Finally, I can think with some clarity, and Alpha Bianchi’s pheromones hit my nose. “Leo, stand down!” I roar, and the clearing goes still again. I rise just enough over the logs and see him step out with his hands up, a peace signal. I scan the area. His men are sheltered inside, and I sense a few more hidden in the woods.

It was a deadly skill and one which can only be used by a swordmaster. A swordmaster? Ugo's lips parted with smiles. Her father was the master of all masters. She hasn't seen anyone in the village that can match his skill. Even though he had surrendered his weapons to the King and had picked up farm work from the dust, he still was the best. He will always be, despite the nickname, Mmiri (water), or whatever tag the village people have placed on him.

He braved a step forward, then pulled out the sword on his waist and demanded, “Who are you?!” “Who am I?” The swordsman’s face was ice cold. He wiped his blade with his sleeve and replied calmly, “I am Kaito Yamaguchi of the Shindan Way. Mr. Josh has done me a great favor.” “I will kill you for murdering his entire family today, Harvey York!” “Do you have the courage to fight back?!” “Kaito Yamaguchi?!” Tyson’s expression changed frantically. “The curator of Mordu’s Shindan Way Kendo Hall?!”

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

"Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle And again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore Kumiko’s dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.