This is going to be a story about izana's daughter x bonten ❗️suicidal mentions⚠️ ❗️swearing⚠️ angst ig? This is my first book so please enjoy!!!!

DISCONTINUED tokyorevengers (in this fanfic m/n will be pan) what will happen if izana met a boy that he thinks is better than him? m/n...a 19-year-old boy.. a person who rarely talks and shows any kind of emotions to others, just has a resting bitch-face, and the son of the most dangerous organisations leader in America, m/n an assassin. he won't have to choose what to do in his life because its already planned for him before he was even born unlike his two little twin siblings...who lives freely (btw. m/n's father is half American and Japanese and the mother is Italian.) read this book/fanfic to find out more ;) just to be clear im not the owner of the anime or the characters that ill be using, they belong to ken wakui except for m/n and my oc's and ill not follow the anime or manga.... maybe i will, who knows? hehe✌🏼🗿

DISCONTINUED tokyorevengers m/n haitani. a boy who loves his older brothers. m/n is like a doll kind of person who rarely talks. him being a dog who follows orders but it has its boundaries of his loyalty and obedience. except for izana, cuz he knows if he disobeys him..it won't end well. then he met someone just like him...well not technically similar but they have few things in common. read this book/fanfic to find out more ;) just to be clear im not the owner of the anime or the characters that ill be using for this fanfic ok, they belong to ken wakui except for m/n and my oc's

"𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝗰𝗮n't throw punches!!" "Girl power bitch!" • "Do you seriously think you could beat me with that lousy punch?" • "I- what the fuck happened?!" • "Do you bitches think you have a chance with them?! Hah! Goodluck on trying to make them fall for you." • "Y/n, stop it!!" "Why you stoppin' me bitch?!" "Because he's not breathing anymore!!" "oh-" • ➪ 𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕧+ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕪𝕦𝕦+𝕂𝕟𝕓x𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

In which a high school girl caught the attention of one of Brahman's top executive no other than Wakasa Imaushi, the man of few words. Disclaimer: This is only a fanfiction created by the author's imaginative mind. I don't own Tokyo revengers and the cover photo, only the ocs and the plot belongs to me. **English is not my first language this fanfic might contain wrong grammars.

-"𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍, 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆?" -"𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔..." -"but you lied..." . . . 𝑌𝑜𝑢 love art, so you choose a artist career. But, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 aren't same as others artist, having a 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 personality and sociopath, that's what it preventing to get someone who can understand 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 never thought of getting one, however, everyone are designed to be together, just like those 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 paintings... . . . Start: 17 Oct 2024 End: Still ongoing

Hired as Bonten's personal assistant, Y/n is the plainest presence in a world built on power, image, and intimidation. Overshadowed by flashy secretaries and dismissed by the very executives she serves - she's mocked, underestimated, and ignored. But while others play dirty, she plays smart. She knows the ins and outs of Bonten's darkest dealings, holds the keys to their overseas empire, and is far more irreplaceable than they realize. And when Y/n finally decides she's done being the "geek in flat shoes"... Bonten will learn what happens when the quiet one stops playing nice.

Tokyo is ruled by Bonten - violent, untouchable, and unchallenged. You were just a delivery girl, a nobody with no ties to the underworld... until one mistake put you right in their path. Now you're property - claimed by Japan's most feared crime syndicate. You're not a criminal. You don't belong here. But when Mikey makes you his responsibility, you're thrown into a life of blood-soaked loyalty, twisted emotions, and dangerous men who don't know how to love - only possess. In Bonten, everyone's playing a game. The question is: will you survive long enough to win it ?

❝𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙎 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙏.❞ ↣ IN WHICH, a girl carries silence like a second skin, mourning a ghost she can no longer touch, yet in the warmth of new bonds, the city's claws feel farther away, and laughter, strange and soft, begins to stitch the edges of her heart.