Yuri Shipping Novels & Stories

Yuri whi⁠spered,⁠ his vo‌ice dry​, cr​ac‍ked, and completely stripped of its f‍ormer imp‍e⁠rial ar‍rogance. Celeste slid a fresh red file fold⁠er acr‌oss the wa⁠lnu⁠t table,⁠ he⁠r icy bl⁠ue eyes fixed on his face. Full compliance alignmen‌t,‍ she said⁠ cold‍ly. Your remai⁠ning sh⁠ipping channels will route exclusiv‍ely thro‍ugh our new Rotte‌rdam terminal. You will pa‍y a twenty-two pe⁠rcent mana‌gement f*e to the unified Chen-Ha‌rrington banking core for‌ every cont⁠ainer tha‌t crosses our maritime perimeter. You‌ keep your name on the door, Y⁠uri. You keep⁠ your luxury hotel. But you w‌ork for me now.

Ben reminded him. Scowling angrily, Yuri looked up into Ben's face. "You will speak with my business acquaintance." He walked away to the double doors. He hadn't even acknowledged Trish's existence yet. Ben looked over at the redhead who smiled at him. She preferred to be underestimated. A moment later Yuri returned with a man wearing a Russian Military uniform. He was carrying a double width attaché case which he set down next to the couch before continuing into the room. When they stood before Ben, Yuri spoke. "Ben Shepherd, this is Colonel Aleksei Vasiliev."

“Smuggling what?” Yuri turned to her. “Roman runs most of the ferry service in this town, and he also has a shipping service that runs from New Orleans to Minneapolis. He ships goods up and down the Mississippi River all year long.” Turning to Mikial he stated, “This is probably what Leon meant when he told you, you would need him more today than yesterday.” “That dirty motherfucker.” Mikial growled. “I can’t help but wonder what he’s really after.” Raven exclaimed.

Maya's POV The first international order shipped on a Wednesday. Forty pieces for Yuki in Tokyo, wrapped in tissue paper with the VOSS mark embossed in the corner. The boxes were stacked by the door from eight in the morning. Elena and Sophie packed the pieces while I sat at the cutting table and did not cut anything.

POV MADDISON The deep, vibrating roar of the cargo ship’s diesel engines shook the entire concrete foundation of the warehouse as the massive vessel began to pull away from the pier. The pouring rain slashed through the open loading dock doors, instantly soaking the bodies of Yuri Romanov's fallen men. "He's getting away!" I shouted over the thunder, pointing out at the dark silhouette of the ship cutting through the black waves of the bay. Richard was up on the lower deck, a pathetic, desperate shadow clutching our encryption keys to his chest.

“Its still projecting it’s Mercer permit. Ryder copied the information and put in on their network, they all grabbed their comms out to look at it. Mia moved closer to look on Jays device. “Benny can you look into the company who owns the vessel and what freight it carries. He sat in a chair Infront of one of the ships monitors and connected his comm to it and began his research. “The ship is owned by the Fuju Company its base is in Ziion city, it’s the largest traders of fruit and vegetables and has regular routes between Ziion, Mercer, Stella and Viv.” “Why would it have a tracker in it?” Jay asked “Kat can you go back to Ziion, see if any other markers belong to the Fuju Company or if it’

Yuri shouted manically at everybody. He had lost it after his members and Kaze slapped his face. Still, Yuri managed to invoke fear in many. The mention of Four Ocean Commerce Guild intimidated many members including the three family heads. Four Ocean Commerce Guild was a business giant. The organization had influence and control over the commerce of South River state. Some of the key players like Zel in Sunrise City were onboard the Four Ocean Commerce Guild. The giant was untouchable to a small city like Lilyrose. The fact that Yuri would become a council member of Four Ocean Commerce Guild put a strain on the crowd.

Our stealth boat pulled into a private, secluded boathouse on the mainland near Mestre. Yuri killed the engines and stepped onto the wooden dock to secure the mooring lines. "We have a private medical transport waiting to take you to a safe house in Austria. From there, Yuri’s network will provide clean identities, passports, and full financial security." Daniel helped me step off the boat onto the quiet wooden dock. We walked into the small, warm office of the boathouse. The morning sun was streaming through the dust-moted windows, casting a warm, peaceful glow over a small wooden table in the center of the room.

Even a complete moron can see what happened. Sherly overhears Aleandro's conversation with Greyson and comes up with a plan to gain Aleandro's sympathy in order to entice her back to work. "Alen, I heard the proposal for collaboration with the Xion Group company was left at home. Let me take it since I'm free.” Yuriel frowned as she heard Sherly's soft and hypocritical voice. She will not allow Sherly to show her dominance in this house. "Tell Aleandro Gilren I will deliver the documents to the company," she said immediately to Greyson.

"The bill is two million. Fifty grand buys you a cup of coffee and a head start. Move." The man looked at the rifles, then at the ship. He got back in his car and backed out of the gate. His taillights disappeared into the grey. Travis walked to the edge of the pier. The freighter’s engines rumbled to life, shaking the concrete under his feet. "Cast the lines!" Yuri shouted. The heavy ropes splashed into the water. Travis climbed the gangway and didn't look back. The ship pushed off, heading into the fog.