Cha Joo Young Novels & Stories

(nothing happened, there has been some changes so I am currently the one leading the team at the merger branch) “joayo abojiga iron jarireul juneun go gwaenchaneuseyo”( okay that’s good, are you okay with your Dad giving you this position? ) Seojoon asked his friend knowing how Dae-Hyun felt about his Dad giving priority to him at the office

The only sound was the snap-snap of Madam Choi’s fan and the drumming of the rain against the glass. Felix was about to make a joke about the tension just to stop his own brain from imploding, when the heavy doors creaked open one last time. Instead of the expected lawyer, a woman stood in the doorway. She possessed a soft appearance, seemingly untouched by the harsh world of the Mafia, with prominent cheekbones and dark eyes. Chey Ji-yoon, formerly known as Han Ji-yoon, Min’s sister. He remembered Jun mentioning her. The one who escaped. The one who married a dentist from one of the wealthiest families in South Korea or something and tried to pretend she was never a Han.

As usual, she came here without informing her about that Choi Joo-eun was a thriving model of a new fashion company and because of her beautiful look, it didn't take much time for her to gain popularity. She was two years younger than Dea, actually they weren't blood siblings by birth. Dea was known of the fact that her sister hated her as much as possible, nothing could stop her from that since she hadn't even hesitated to destroy her own father's company Sometimes, hate for someone can go beyond control, it becomes massive

she ordered. Namie looked up at the boy standing beside Jina. His jet-black hair fell to his shoulders, his skin was pale, his eyes cold. He was of average height. She swallowed nervously and trembled as she stood up. She was in front of the most popular boy in school: Teodoro Eun-Chan, president of the drama and literature club — the very club she dreamed of joining. He was famous for being the girls’ favorite, constantly receiving love confessions and all kinds of invitations.

" mumbled Ki Young, as he pulled his hand from Dae Jun’s collar and pulled his other hand harshly from Hyang's. "Do you feel safe because you have a member of the Yakuza family at your back?" asked Ki Young to Hyang, mentioning Joon Woo, who stood beside Hyang. "Chh... I don’t know where your yakuza pride is that makes you want to stand behind a girl, "mocking Ki Young to Joon Woo, then turn around to leave them." Ki Young’s friend is also following him behind. Joon Woo just smirked at listening to his words. He wanted to step up and really wanted to punch him now, but Hyang just stopped Joon Woo by holding his arm.

said Eun Ji pointing an accusing finger at them one by one. For Liam Jiyoung was like Layla, her own sister. He never differentiated between them. Like Eun Ji, Jiyoung used to stay at their house for the whole day and night playing with Layla and Liam used to bring chocolate for both of them on his way home. When Jiyoung fell in love with Young Chul, along with Layla she also informed Liam about it as Young Chul was his best friend. Although, he knew about it as Young Chul already told him everything and Liam knew that Young Chul has been chasing Jiyoung for so long.

The little girl was still crying and Joonjae looked flustered. Jisoo bent down and patted the young girl's head. "Chaerin," she said in a soft tone. "What's wrong? Did Joonjae bully you again?" She shot a warming look at her son. "I didn't do anything!" he protested. "I was trying to cheer her up!" Chaerin looked at Jisoo with teary amber eyes. "Joonjae said he won't give me any wedding ring!" she cried. "He said, we won't get married when we grow up!"

His funny, loving and cute Cilia was gone forever. He bowed his head in more regret as he cursed the day he met the gold digger that used and ditched him. The bitch that's making him wallow in regret and self-pity right now.... SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA "Let's take ten everyone." Jae Young said as he removed his guitar from his body and dropped it. He stared at Jian who was sitting down on a couch in the studio room while her attention was on her phone. "Jikeum meohaeyo Jian?(What are you doing now Jian?)"

Kyuhyun Oppa... Oppa... Kyu Oppa... Lee Yongju... Lee Yongju... My heart is aflutter, my soul entranced as I imagine Kyuhyun's sultry voice beckoning me. Blissful... "Lee Yongju!" I jolt awake, my muscles trembling from the sudden movement. Someone's calling my name, shattering the fragile threads of my dream. The bed is a haven, warm, inviting, and intoxicatingly fragrant... I yearn to surrender to its comfort and relive the tantalizing dream. Earlier, I was lost in a vivid fantasy, entwined with Kyuhyun in a tender moment, our lips almost touching. But cruel fate intervened, and I awoke, leaving me with a gnawing sense of longing.

"And the day after that, Shinwoo. You've earned it. You have the week off. Y'all were great tonight." The boy gets shy with a lot of bows and thank yous. Park Shinwoo is seventeen and the youngest member of the group. He has been swamped with not only music but school too. He has still remained enthusiastic through it all. About an hour later, the van parks in the basement parking of the company building and Jae-in and I unload our supplies. Seo Yun was with us back at the TV station, and the two worked on the kids' makeup while I oversaw the outfits. It's the end of a busy promotion period, and we have four weeks before we're running back and forth again taking care of Phix when their album