Yuri Comic Novels & Stories

“I can do whatever I want and I think you know that.” Raven grimaced. “You can be a real bastard, can’t you?” Yuri laughed. “Every damn day of the year, sweetness. My excuse is I was born that way. Born a bastard and raised in hell, that’s the story of my life.” “And that excuses the way you treat people?” Raven groused. “I don’t need any excuses.” Yuri shrugged. “I treat people the way I see fit. Right now, you have answers that I need and until you tell me what I want to know, you aren’t going anywhere.”

I bet she didn’t see anything other than the Stygian blackness of the hallways. “Who’s that?” Cylvia asked, her hands snaking around the right arm of Yuri. Yuri, meanwhile, snagged her comic book from the top of the speaker nearest to her and pretended like no one saw. She tucked it on the back of her skirt and covered it with her blouse. “That sounds like Geodie,” she denoted.

Tamayo could not help laughing when he looked at Yuri in surprise. “Yuri Cash, your tendons just recovered. Do you want them broken again?” “You can try to break them!” Yuri replied coldly.

Yuri, who was the eldest son of the Thompsons, saw countless beautiful women in the past, and apart from Roanne, he realized that no other woman he saw could hold a candle to Snow's beauty; he was instantly drawn by her unparalleled beauty with just one look of her. "No, she's my god-sister," Leon explained. "God-sister? Mister Wolf, your sister's beauty rivals that of the Four Beauties throughout history!" Yuri complimented, his eyes lighting up at Leon's words. He was originally disappointed when he thought that Snow was Leon's girlfriend; the disappointment was instantly replaced by excitement when he found out that he made the wrong assumption. "You're too kind, Mister Thompson!" Snow sm

Tamayo could not help laughing when he looked at Yuri in surprise. “Yuri Cash, your tendons just recovered. Do you want them broken again?” “You can try to break them!” Yuri replied coldly.

"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." 💜

Yuri’s hazel eyes, cold and calculating, darted to the guard closest to him, a burly thug named Marco, pants around his ankles, fucking Alexei’s mouth while high on meth. Marco’s belt, complete with a sheathed combat knife, lay discarded on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Yuri’s lips twitched into a smirk. Amateurs. “Hey, big guy,” Yuri rasped, his voice low and taunting, laced with the Russian accent he’d never shed. “You gonna cum again, or you just jerking off for show?” Marco snarled, distracted, thrusting harder into Alexei’s throat. Yuri seized the moment, his chained hands straining against the bolts.

“Your loss. However, we must remove the brat. Yuri switched out his now flaccid cock for his hand and instead of fingering her. He used his hand and had her screaming in no time.” “Yuri! Oh my god! Yes, more! Please.” She was the perfect slut for him. He watched his hand disappear and her body shack around it. “More.” The cunt opened her legs wider for his fist, which angered Yuri a little more and upped his glee. She should beg him to stop, but the twisted bitch wanted it. “I’ll give you what you want and need. Hold still and take what I give you.” Yuri lifted her butt over her head, her back arched at an impossible angle. His eyes glinted with malice and excitement.

' "Ah..." Finally, Albert was the first to react. He looked dubiously at Yuri. "Honorable Goddess of Light, you must be joking. You killed Crescent Moon Principality Army's commander-in-chief, Eric, with just a single strike, and many people saw it. Who else can be so powerful?" Yuri's lovely face was solemn. "I'm not the Goddess of Light! My real name is Yuri, and my cultivation strength is completely different from the saint energy. Therefore, it may seem a little weird to all of you."

Yuri had always been quiet, only speaking when necessary, yet she had almost withdrawn into herself after that. That is probably only part of the reason why Selina and Sunny had been appearing frequently to drag Yuri away with them to do who-knows-what. The two siblings may be Phantoms, but unlike most of the Phantoms, they tend to be quite sunny-natured and cheerful, and did wonders for Yuri’s sombre mood. Tohya approached the recreation room and opened the door. There wasn’t anyone around save for Yuri who was huddled in a corner of the recreation room reading a book, and Tohya wondered to himself what she’s doing reading in the recreation room when she could have done it in her own room.