Yoruichi Side Job Novels & Stories

Guilt immediately clawed up my throat. I dragged a hand through my wet hair. “Look. The job is good. Really good. It pays enough that I won’t have to… do extra stuff anymore. We’re going to be okay. That’s what matters.” She searched my face. “Extra stuff?” Shit. I backpedaled fast. “Side gigs. Bartending overtime. Deliveries. Whatever I could pick up. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push. Instead, she asked, softer, “The guy in the car… is he your boss?”

"So where are you going now? You know you can't stay here, man. My bro Chubi will kill me if he finds out that I let you see me taking and selling weeds." Mahiriko didn't thought of that one but he just shrugged his shoulder and smile at his friend. "I know that. I'm not staying here. My Uncle Kenji's a hope but he's part of marine so he has no place to stay permanently and my eldest brother Kazuhiro is a Doctor and he already has his own family, I don't want to be a burden to him. So I think I'll better find somewhere I can live alone. You know? Work." "Work? But you're just f-ing 16? Not yet in legal age, man. Like what the hell."

She was honestly like a ghost I just couldn't shake. I didn't hang up. I actually wanted to hear what kind of new trick she was playing this time. "I heard you're looking for a job," she said, putting on a caring tone. "The nightclub downtown, Moon's Illusion, happens to be hiring werewolf promoters. Do you want me to put in a good word for you?" I gave a small laugh but stayed quiet. "Think about it," she went on. "During the day, you can stay home with Lily. And once she falls asleep, you can go out to work."

“Ugh! Seriously? You’re the worst! Just say it!” Mica wiped at her eyes, chuckling as she took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. I landed a new job. A really good one.” I raised a brow. “A job? Since when do part-time gigs come with Dior bags?” Gladz nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Mica. What kind of job pays that well?” She shrugged nonchalantly, reaching for another grape. “It’s a… date-for-hire kind of thing.” Silence fell over the room.

"Tonight, we deal with what's in front of us." "Fair," Josie said. She stood. "I'm going home. I have a shift at the coffee shop tomorrow morning. Some of us have jobs." "You're a seer bound to two lords who control half the city," Tober said. "You don't need a job." "I like my job. I like making coffee. I like slapping the machine when it screams. Don't take that from me." Tober laughed. "I like her. Can we keep her?"

At night, I took on side jobs, accepting every project I could find. I worked through the nights, too exhausted to even lift my arms. But when the money I earned with sweat hit my account, I felt at peace. I thought I could escape their high-society world. But little did I know, someone wasn't willing to let me go. That early morning, after finishing my side job, I sat in my rented room eating a cold piece of bread. My friend, Debora Barbati, sent me a short video from a party. The camera was focused on Giada.

She was replaying the morning in her head trying to pinpoint what when James stood up and began to come around to her side of the desk. "Skylar, I need you." Skylar's mental play-by-play came careening to a halt at his words. "Wait, what!?" she practically choked, taking a step back as he came around the corner of the desk. He froze for a moment, and realization dawned across his face at his choice of words. "No! I didn't mean it like that!" he said quickly. "I mean I want to offer you a side job." Skylar stared at him in disbelief. "That doesn't sound any better Mr. Banscroft." She leaned into one hip and crossed her arms over her chest, meeting his gaze. He sighed and sat on the edge of hi

"Liar." Zayne was so filled with emotions that he started explaining himself. "I… I’m not a liar. I’m a PR member of a headhunting company, and I’m responsible for collecting and compiling job vacancies positions for various companies. If you’re looking for a job, then feel free to ask me for help." Jay eyed Zayne suspiciously. "I am looking for a job, actually." Zayne put on a proper attitude. "I happen to be short of a choreman who can help a school cafeteria in doing odd jobs, washing the dishes..."

“So you believe me?” “I don’t think you’re smart enough to lie about this.” “Gee, thanks.” He ignored me. “You’re going to stay with me.” I blinked. “Wait—what?” “I’m offering you a job. Live-in assistant. You’ll have a room in my house. Security. Meals. In exchange, you help me manage Lunaris.” “Manage how?” “Emails. Schedules. Meetings. You’ll shadow Lucien or me. Nothing illegal.” My mouth opened, then closed.

But for now, I did have another task waiting for them. "What do I want from you?" I hummed, taking a sip of the drink as I leaned back in my chair, propping my legs up and crossing one over the other on the desk. "Good question, Mario. Well, I have one more task for the two of you, and you'd get double the amount of money. Trust me, I am not the kind of man to call you and waste your precious time for no reason. I know how busy drunkards like you are with gambling and fucking roadside prostitutes." "Hey, we use higher-paid hoes only, alright?" Luigi interjected. "We don’t engage with roadside workers, alright?"