Yuri X Fujisaki Novels & Stories

F who was smiling even with his eyes. “I will”, he stood up properly and watched how his wife got on the passenger’s seat. When she finally was inside, he walked towards Mr. F. Both stood on the same height and same build, just their auras different. “Pipe aside, state your purpose, Seiichi. Your timing is well-calculated, just as always but I didn’t know that even my private life is worth your calculations.” Seiichi Fujiwara, leader of Fujiwara Yakuza of Japan, just grinned.

She wanted to know who this gorgeous man was and how she could get to know him better. “Yuri. Yuri Bostic.” He offered her his hand as his mind tried to search hers but found a black fog instead. He had only encountered a black fog once before. Six hundred years ago a thief Pixie named Charleic had crossed his path and Yuri instantly became his friend once he discovered the fog. Yuri knew that Amber was no ordinary human. “I have to say this before I lose my nerve. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” He brought her hand to his lips and planted a kiss.

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.

Fusae nodded and said, "The huge man with two meters in height is Sekibayashi Jun. He's a famous pro-wrestler and a very strong fighter. In public, he's very famous, you should know him." Monica looked at Sekibayashi Jun who was so tall and caused the people around him to look like a dwarf. He thought for a while and nodded since it seemed the previous Monica Oga also knew about Sekibayashi Jun. "The muscular man that is standing with that fat man is Wakatsuki Takeshi, who is also known as The Wild Tiger. He's an affiliated fighter of Furumi Pharmaceuticals, and by the way, the fat man who is standing beside Wakatsuki is the CEO of Furumi Pharmaceuticals," Fusae explained.

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight