Yuri X Otabek Novels & Stories

Keya P.O.V I was nervous, but very excited. The plan is to allow my 'Gurls' to show themselves while I stay back and observe from the Spirit Realm. Yuri is first up. And I watch as she greets them with her thick sultry southern accent. "Well, ain't y'all the lively lil' bunch. Hello, I'm Yuridicae but y'all can call me Yuri. And I am Rukeya's Fairy. What would you lovely ladies like me to do for y'all?" Grammy request, skeptically. "Can we get a look at your wings?" Yuri loves the idea. "Sure!" Yuri exclaims excitedly while removing the plushy white robe. I don't care about being naked in front of my family. They had changed my diaper and bathe me when I was a baby. So it's whatev.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

Good, they know better than to show any sign of weakness. I stopped right in front of them, my eyes already assessing their physic. They were just four that stood out from thousands of fights that took place the past months. “Name and country.” The first one to step out was a tall but sturdy man that looked to be in his late twenties. His blonde hair was shaved to a buzz cut and had several tattoos that littered his skin. “Yuri, Russia.” The next man stepped out and he seemed to be a teenager at most nnineteen to twenty one years old with watchful eyes and long jet black hair that was tied in a low bun.

Yegor bowed slightly to Yared. The middle-aged cultivator paused and focused his gaze on Yegor. “You are…” Yegor replied respectfully, “I am Casimir Sohle, a disciple of Sir Xannder Wallas from the Deyvreu Sect.” “Casimir?” Yared pointed at Yegor. “The extraordinary child who achieved the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation in just one entrapoch?!” Yegor smiled and nodded.

“There are rumors going around about Nikoli’s state of mind.” “What kind of rumors?” Yuri crossed his arms over his massive chest. He stood six inches over six feet and weighed in at three hundred pounds. His black hair was a prominent feature. He was a handsome man and a player as he carried the weight of his office well. People might not know he was head of the Russian Bratva outright, but they did know about the power he carried. “There is one man who is making waves about his obsession with this woman,” Kost told him quietly. “The things he is saying are making others start to listen. It could become a problem at some point.”