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”
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
"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."
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
For three years, I waited to become the perfect Luna for my pack, to give the Alpha an heir. Three years of lies, of being the outsider in someone else's love story. Three years of grieving the loss of my baby and plotting revenge against the man who disfigured my face and ruined my womb. I had two choices: die at the hands of my own pack or escape and survive. I chose to hide and live. The Lycan King, Fenrir Lycros-the most bloodthirsty, ruthless ruler to ever lead the werewolves with an iron fist-made me his personal maid. It was the most dangerous role I could have, where even the slightest mistake could cost me my life. But no one from my past would think to look for me here. "Always be submissive, don't speak unless spoken to, don't listen, don't see anything, don't disturb the Lycan or you will die," were the simple rules I followed. I thought I was doing well-until one day, the King made me an offer I couldn't refuse. "Do you want me to save those people? Then give yourself to me tonight. Be my woman. I desire you, and I know you feel the same. Just once, Raven, only once..." But it wasn't just once. Passion turned into something deeper, something neither of us could deny. That cold, untamable man had somehow conquered my heart as well. However, when the past returned to haunt me and the truth about my birth came to light, I faced another choice: run from the Lycan King or wait for his mercy. "I'm sorry, but this time, I won't lose my pups again-not even for you, Fenrir Lycros."