Yotasuke Takahashi Novelas e Histórias

The profits from this alone must be immense, talk less of the other aspects of their Corporation. Rich folks sure are different. The appointed CEO for managing this unit is speaking to Aronohai. He introduces himself as Takahashi Ryota, an alpha, who is slightly taller than the average Japanese man with dark features, dark hair, and eyes. Objectively handsome. But as an omega, I can tell— his vibes are completely off. Omegas are sensitive to that kind of thing. Negativity. When he walked up to us, he looked surprised to see me. Not in the ‘Mr Aronohai has a new secretary’ way, but in the ‘An omega acting as Mr Aronohai’s secretary’ way.

“No complaints here. Send the contract.” I hung up, sending the document within seconds, that smile of victory, but as quickly as it came, it was interrupted by a knock on the door. Liam stepped in, “We have a problem.” I raised a brow. “A problem, or an inconvenience?” He shut the door behind him, stepping forward. “This man we found—Hajime Takahashi, he's Ryuji Takahashi's third son.” No wonder he looked familiar. Ryuji Takahashi was not just a businessman.

This is just Cyrus courting Carmela, not my wolf Harry nor the Moon Goddess' will. Replying to Ashton, I typed. "Thanks for packing her things. Let's drink some time later." I hit sent and smiled back at the email he sent me. "Get ready you son of a bitch, I'm going to catch you soon!" I said darkly.

HIRAYA I entered the Palacio Underground as if nothing had happened. "Athena, everyone is already inside. The others are also starting to eat and talk. I also heard someone asking what this party is for." Eros said. "The heir of Yakezi approached me earlier. Yasero Yakezi. A famous japanese gangster and number one Merciless gangster in Kyoto Japan. He asked me what the party was for, I said I don't know either. He just nodded but accompanied I was the first to leave. " He added.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

Yahiko suddenly saw a glimmer of hope as he blurted out, “I do not want them to be able to find him! As long as the Takahashi family is unable to find Charlie, they will always remain a laughingstock in Japan! Hahaha! That is really so satisfying!” After that, Yahiko stood up immediately before he lit another cigar. After taking a puff of his cigar, he instructed, “Tanaka, send a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket to the Takahashi family under my name. Just say that I am expressing my sympathy for them! I want to provoke and disgust them to death! Hahaha!”

Then he looked at the young man beside him and said, “This is Yoko. He's good with computers and he is an International spy. I get all of my information from him because those on the field report directly to him. He has been with me for years, serving me in the shadows. But now, he's yours.” “Mine?” Zane asked as he raised his eyebrows, looking at the other man, who smiled and nodded. “My name is Yosuke Hanamura, and I was hired from Blackhole by Mr. Alfred at a very young age, and now, it will be my honor to continue my service to him by serving you.” Yoko said with a deep bow towards Zane.

"Yasu, this is my new friend. Yamamoto Aito. Isn't he cute? And Aito, this is Takahashi Yasu. He is my -he paused then lowered his voice to a whisper- he is my boyfriend" Yasu gazed at me then gave me a small smile. He stretched out his hand. "Hello, Aito" I took it, shaking it gently. "H-Hi" I kinda felt nervous for this was the first time I was meeting a gay couple. Takahashi Yasu. So this was the son of the reputed Takahashi family. They are a family of renowned doctors, specializing in different medical fields. My parents had worked with them many times but this was the first time I was meeting a Takahashi.

"Patience. All will be revealed." Another limousine pulled up alongside theirs. The door opened, and Kazuya Takeda, the leader of the Yakuza gang, stepped out. He was a tall man with a commanding presence, his sharp suit immaculate. He entered the limousine, taking a seat beside Nakamura. "Marcus," Kazuya began, his voice smooth, "I am Kazuya Takeda, leader of the Yakuza here in Philadelphia." Marcus's gaze didn't waver. "I know who you are. But tell me, if you're Japanese, why the Korean name?"

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.