What do you think will happen when a Triad Prince falls in love with a Yakuza Princess during a mission where he's been tasked to kill her. Do you think these two Mafia organizations will put aside their differences and prepare a wedding? Or is this going to be another Romeo and Juliet gunblazing Mafia scene? And what will happen to these two killers turned lovebirds? Who will their loyalty lie to? To their families? Or to each other. When Duty calls, you must go, when you've made a promise, you have to Honor it.. but what if to achieve success, you have to betray everyone you ever cared about... HONOR AND BETRAYAL!
In a manor, heavily guarded by men in japanese samurai style, a crisp sound of heel shoes knocking against the tiles could be heard in the inner hall.
Akira Nakamura, clad in black spandex and armed with two katana swords, strode into the hall with confidence. The seven middle-aged men seated around the round table looked up, their eyes fixed on her with a mix of curiosity and respect.
Akira stopped in front of the eldest man, her father, Kenji Nakamura, and bowed deeply.
"Otō-sama, konbanwa." (Father, good evening.)
Kenji Nakamura, the leader of the Yakuza, nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Akira, konbanwa. What brings you to this meeting?"
Akira straightened, her eyes locked on her father's.
"I've received intel that the Triads are moving goods through our territory. I request permission to intercept them, otō-sama."
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the tea kettle. Kenji's expression remained impassive, but his eyes narrowed slightly.
"What kind of goods?" he asked, his voice low and even.
"Artifacts, otō-sama. Valuable ones. If we can intercept them, it would be a significant blow to the Triads' operations."
Kenji's gaze lingered on Akira for a moment before he nodded.
"Very well, Akira. You have my permission to intercept the Triads. But leave none of them alive. We cannot show weakness."
Akira's eyes flashed with determination. "Hai, otō-sama. I will not disappoint you."
Kenji's expression softened slightly, a hint of pride in his eyes.
"I know you won't, Akira. You are my daughter, after all."
The tension in the room dissipated, and the men around the table nodded in agreement. Akira bowed once more, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. She knew the risks, but she was ready to prove herself as a worthy member of the Yakuza.
With her father's permission, Akira left the manor, her katana swords at the ready. She knew the Triads would not go down without a fight, but she was prepared to do whatever it took to protect her family's honor and territory.
*
Akira walked out of the hall, her mind focused on the mission ahead. She headed towards the training ground, where she knew she would find the best men for the job. As she entered the training ground, she saw her brother Taro, who was sparring with several men. She approached him, her eyes scanning the area.
"Akira, what brings you here?" Taro asked, pausing his training.
"I need to select a team for a mission," Akira replied, her eyes scanning the men.
"I want the best, Taro. Who do you recommend?"
Taro nodded, understanding.
"Let me show you."
He led Akira to a group of men who were training in sword fighting. Akira watched, her eyes narrowing as she assessed their skills.
"Who's the best among them?" Akira asked Taro.
"That would be Kaito," Taro replied, pointing to a tall, muscular man with a scar above his left eyebrow.
"He's been with us for five years and has proven himself in battle."
Akira nodded, impressed.
"I'll take him."
Next, Taro led her to a group of men practicing hand-to-hand combat. Akira watched, her eyes fixed on a lean, agile man with a menacing grin.
"And who's that?" Akira asked, her eyes locked on the man.
"That's Shinji," Taro replied.
"He's quick on his feet and can take down opponents with ease."
Akira nodded, adding Shinji to her list.
She continued to select men, each with unique skills that would be essential for the mission. Finally, she had her team of ten men, including Kaito, Shinji, and eight others.
"Let's move to the planning room," Akira said, leading her team to a secluded hall.
Once inside, Akira began to outline the plan.
"We'll ambush the Triads at the old warehouse on the outskirts of town. We know they'll be transporting valuable artifacts, and we need to intercept them."
"We'll need to be stealthy," Kaito said, his eyes narrowing.
"The Triads won't go down without a fight."
"I agree," Shinji added.
"We should split into two teams, one to take out the guards and the other to secure the artifacts."
Akira nodded, impressed with their input.
"Exactly. Kaito, you'll lead the team to take out the guards. Shinji, you'll lead the team to secure the artifacts. The rest of you, you know your roles. Let's get to work."
The men nodded, their faces set with determination. Akira knew she had chosen the right team. Together, they would take down the Triads and bring honor to the Yakuza.
With the plan in place, Akira and her team set out for the old warehouse, ready to put their skills to the test.
*
In a manor far from the Yakuza territory. The Triads territory. They took more of the western style than the Yakuza who felt it's only right to keep their ancient customs alive.
Jian Li, dressed in black spandex and armed with two Desert Eagle handguns, walked into the warehouse with a sense of purpose. He approached the head of security, a burly man with a scar above his right eyebrow.
"Victor, we need to talk," Jian Li said, his eyes scanning the warehouse.
Victor looked up from his clipboard, his expression serious.
"What is it, Jian?"
"The Yakuza might launch an attack on us," Jian Li said, his voice low and even.
"We can't take any chances."
Victor snorted.
"Those Japanese dogs don't stand a chance against us. We have the best security in the business."
Jian Li's eyes narrowed.
"That's exactly what I'm worried about. Overconfidence. We can't afford to let our guard down, not even for a moment."
Victor's expression turned serious, his eyes locked on Jian Li's.
"Don't worry, Jian. I'll make sure the artifacts are safe. We'll have extra men on guard, and our trucks will be armored."
Jian Li nodded, his eyes still scanning the warehouse.
"Good. But just to make sure everything goes smoothly, I'll be going with you to deliver the goods to our client."
Victor raised an eyebrow. "You think that's necessary?"
Jian Li's smile was cold.
"I don't think it's necessary, I know it is. Our client is paying top dollar for these artifacts, and I want to make sure they get what they paid for."
Victor nodded, his eyes respectful.
"Alright, Jian. You're the boss's son. If you want to go, I won't stop you."
Jian Li's eyes flashed with determination.
"Good. Let's get moving. We have a long drive ahead of us."
With that, Jian Li and Victor began to finalize the preparations for the delivery. Little did they know that Akira and her team were already on their way to intercept them, setting the stage for a deadly confrontation that would change the course of their lives forever.
Have you ever thought of having a cool system at your disposal? What would you do if you suddenly received a system that could help you achieve anything? Would you go save the innocents and damsels in distress or use it for your own advantage? This is the story of a normal human (well, not very normal) who crossed over to another world with a system under his command. But the question is, who's control who? Is the system under his command or the other way around? What's the origin of this system? Why did it choose him? What's waiting for him in the future.. or more specifically.. what was his past? “My name is Michaelis Macileus Volkov! Son of Vengeance god Black Heart. And I am the one who's come to reap all you've sown! I am.. Hollow Reaper!” ORIGINS: THE HOLLOW REAPER
“To everyone out there who feels this world is unfair. To those who have been cheated and betrayed by those they trust most. To you my fellow soldiers who have served this country but got a dishonorable discharge as a reward. I extend a hand to you right now, it's time to make things right. Once upon a time, someone or a group of people decided we were not worthy, someone denied us our Happily Ever After simply because they felt they were more powerful, more rich and more influential than us. They slept with your wife, your girlfriend because they termed you a loser and inferior to them. They slept with your husband, your boyfriend because they felt you're weak. They took your position even after years of service simply because they're afraid you will surpass them. You have all been gritting your teeth in anguish but helpless to exact revenge. My fellow Black Hearts, it's time we show them they're wrong. They think that just because they're affluent, that they could do whatever they want. That just because they're professors, they could sleep with your girlfriend. It's time for revenge. Join me and let us take back our Happily Ever After. No one has the right to trample on our happiness... NO ONE!!!” It is said that the only path to godhood and divinity is to be of Pure Heart. What philosophers failed to understand was that even vengeance can give birth to unspeakable divinity and a vengeful god. Betrayal gives birth to an unspeakable abomination, an abomination who's only desire is the extinction of the human race. In his quest for vengeance and obliteration of the human race he gets led unto the path of divinity and godhood. “Vengeance god BLACK HEART”
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.