Aera Kim Novels & Stories

"Who... Who sent this?" She made her way home to her place of residence as stated in the resume that states where she currently lives in. She wasn't sure who was using the mark it left behind every time Ivy kills. But she only has one thing to be sure of... She may not be the real killer, There is still something hidden in the dark that shows she is the killer because the letter 'A' is the meaning of her name. AMEIRA.

Vega added. " Have you seen the First founder?" Amaria inquired. " No one has come in contact with the First Founder, so I'm not sure." Vega responded. "Jareth, Evera and I will look for more clues; you guys should return," Vega said. "No, we want to help," Amaria said, folding her arms. "I think you should go back, your friend doesn't look too well,"Jareth said, pointing to Teresa. Her skin had turned completely pale, and she could barely stand.

My name is Kim Ahri Gaumond. I am a simple employee who usually spends most of her time working, doing charity work, or attending treatments. I never really had a chance to give myself a break since I am not an outgoing person. For the first time in my 30 years of life, I decided to finally give in to my dream of having an international vacation not related to work. I may not be outgoing, but I still wanted to experience a life of leisure in a faraway land.

“For that witch!” Yuna hissed at Sierra. “Say that again, and you’ll regret it!” Unknown to them, Yuna Kim was a renowned Korean actress in China where Jake had been living for the past five years. However, no matter how she tried to get Jake’s attention, she had failed. Jake insisted that their relationship three months ago had been a mistake. He had saved her once from a rich tyrant at a bar when she had been drugged, and she had consoled him when he was having a meltdown.

She straightened. “I’m sorry. That hot musta’ knock you out.” He laughed and she found herself laughing too. He stretched his hand. “Brian…I’m with Kane.” He pointed towards the stage. Kim nodded and received his hand. They shook. “Kimberly Spice. Secretary at CULID.” Brian looked pleased. “Pleasure to meet you. Can I call you Kim?” “Sure.” Brian examined her now. “You look good…I mean…gorgeous.” Kim smiled. “It was a pleasure meeting you.” She started to walk past him but stopped. When she turned to face him, she caught him staring at her.

Kimberly queaked, beaming. "What's wrong with you today? You look kind of happy today." Damien slightly frowned at her. "Uhm, nothing. I promised myself to always look happy no matter what. That's why I'm like this." Kimberly replied, praying her boss won't go on with the topic again. "Alright. Where's the letter?" "Oh yes! The letter!" Kimberly smiled and brought out the letter to give him. "Here it is" Damien snatched the letter from her hand and opened it. Just as Kimberly said, It was just E.A. "There's nothing here apart from these two alphabets." He sighed and threw the letter away.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

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Frank glanced at Aria beside him and nodded—that was the place where Aria sank her claws into him. "Oh, then that must be a mistake." Eron sighed and smiled. "Kim's actually working in management, and White Court Hotel is one of her establishments. While she was making reforms, she caught a group of staff who were involved in voyeurism, conspiring with external individuals to record videos of guests in their rooms. Kim insisted that it was vital she spoke to you face-to-face about it, so…" Eron leveled a quizzical look at Frank just then.

I grumble. From the little bit I got to know of his personality, I knew that Aera was too full of himself to think of others, but he seemed the type to rub salt in others wounds. And since I had probably hurt his pride with my outright rejection to his demand, of course he would be here to laugh at me as a way to get revenge. "Not really," Aera says, growing serious. "I actually wanted to ask you something." Ask me something. What the hell could he possibly want to know?