Yuri X Otabek Novels & Stories

Yuri hated those that turned their back on who they should be loyal to. Fuck. “Their reasoning?” I asked lightly. Yuri cleared his throat. “Your wife, I believe. They were following the future of Stanislav Orlov in Sveta, and now that she doesn’t exist, they have nothing to fight for, so they choose to fight against you.” “A man can respect that,” I answered, turning my back on Yuri so he couldn’t see the fury in my eyes. I couldn’t fault them again. I had lied to them, betrayed them so that they would join my Bratva.

“Uh-huh.” Yuri smirked. He had been correct that Amber was not a simple woman. She saw through his lie. “As to being here,” he opened his arms indicating the home. “This is where I live and work at times.” Yuri had properties all over the world and preferred to live in Georgia, but for now, he would stay here.

It was a triple hit. It took one look from Otto to know that Yuria was not the enemy's main fighter. She was nothing to be feared. At least that was what Otto thought. Yuria stepped into the arena as Otto looked at her condescendingly. She was wearing a black gauze mask, and her body was covered properly. From the look of her body shape, she must be an absolute beauty. Yuria was wearing a rare pair of high-knee boots while a black gauze cape billowed on her back. She caught the attention of most of the men present.

I continued, voice lowering, “but to rebuild and restructure.” “Rebuild what?” Kazuo asked. “The world thinks the YBA is crumbling.” I smirked gently then replied, “Let them, Because while the media watches the smoke, we’ll be moving underground.” I turned to the large iron door behind me. With a nod, it opened slowly—revealing a man in a dark navy suit, his presence cold, clean, and quiet. “This,” I said, pointing at him with my index finger.“is Nikolai Volkov. From Russia.”

Yuri recovered from the shock and stared at the remaining Pure Energy Pills in Leon's hands with anticipation and excitement. Though Yuri reached the Emperor State and was one of the Thirteen Greats, he remained in the initial Emperor State and had one of the weakest among the Thirteen Greats. If the Pure Energy Pills could indeed get him to the Intermediate Emperor State, he would rank much higher in the Thirteen Greats and that was his biggest dream in recent years.

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

Before anyone could say anything, the ballroom opened and Viktor and the other ranks were dragged inside. They were barely hanging on to life and I had to force myself to look even though I felt the urge to vomit. I didn’t want to seem weak like the sight of seeing someone like that affected me. I willed myself to keep a straight face as they were dragged to where Nikolai was. Viktor was shirtless, his tattoos severed by the cuts on his chest. One of his eyes was missing and his arms were in a weird way like they had been broken a couple of times. The other rank was in the same state as Viktor but better.

scowled Xavia. “You can’t really blame me for liking him either! If anything, you should be blaming yourself for being such a disappointment and failing to meet my expectations! You know, aside from being able to buy branded handbags and cosmetics, getting together with Yuri has even granted me access to Wayfair Mountain Entertainment! What have you been able to give me? You absolute nothing of a person!” added Xavia who was scowling eagerly now, most probably because of her extreme embarrassment. “…Who is this guy, Yuri? Is he your classmate?” asked the woman who had been standing silently at the side this entire time.

“Tatsuya?” “Tatsuya Fujiyama.” Yuri stated. “He was only a high school student back then, but he was actually one of the informants for the underworld circle. He was actually one of my informants. And that’s only part of the reason why I even met Ren in the first place.” Tohya blinked, noting the past tense that Yuri used to speak of this Tatsuya guy. “‘Was’?” he echoed. Yuri tensed for a brief moment before her shoulders almost seemed to sag, and she sighed. “He’s no longer in this world,” she said, and Tohya could detect sadness in her tone. “He’s dead. Has been for three years.”

Yuri said and sigh but Oleg didn’t pay any attention or concern about whatever he was saying. “Either way, I’m going to make sure you listen to what I have to say,” Yuri said and wanted to speak when Oleg immediately brought out his ear pods and placed them on his ear with the purpose of not listening to what Yuri had to say. “Great, acting stubborn are we? Good thing I’m also stubborn,” Yuri was saying and pulled the ear pods from his ears, earning a hard glare from him, but he smiled back at him…