Yotasuke Takahashi Novels & Stories

Amber said, making Autumn sigh and shaking her head. She looked at Jonathan and furrowed her eyebrows. “You said you are a Takahashi, do you by any chance know Patima Takahashi?” Jonathan smiles brightly at what she asks. “I’m glad you asked,” Jonathan said and stood up. He bowed down first, making Autumn look at him confusedly. “I am Jonathan Takahashi, Patima Takahashi’s brother,” Jonathan said, making Autumn to widen her eyes. Jonathan smiles and nods his head. “I know, there’s this one news about a family getting their heir kicked out and that is me but I’m proud because look at me now, I can definitely compete with my father’s company” Jonathan said with a big smile on his face.

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”

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.

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.

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.

"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?"

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Hahahaha. When Stella gives her husband a blow job apology. Haha. Just kill me. Thank you all for reading TAKEN, if you have any questions. Click on this line and ask them. Love you all. From : Hedi_mahlo Signed 2021

Margaret snapped in anger and slammed her fist on the floor. "When I find out who that bitch is, I will kill her in front of that bastard Barry!!" she sneered in rage. Aliyah then remembered something and said to Margaret, "I may have an idea who she is, Ms. Margaret. When Barry and his cronies were leaving, I heard him mention the name Yuriko." Fred was surprised when he heard Aliyah. "Yuriko... do you mean... Yuriko Takahashi from QS Holdings?!?" he asked Aliyah. "Well, how many Yurikos do you or anyone know in Metro City?" Macy replied back.