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”
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Chloe Miler, a naïve young woman, waits shyly to spend Valentine's Day with her boyfriend, but is betrayed on that day when she witnesses him entangled in bed with her own sister. Chloe's heart is broken when her heartfelt love for him is trampled on in an instant. *** Lionel Williams, the mysterious billionaire, the top of the pyramid, is handsome as hell. His eyes are set high, but he is drugged, has a one-night stand with a strange woman, and is humiliated by that unknowing woman with her money! His instincts tell him it's not that simple, and he's going to find her out!