Chae Yul Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 Sweet Cherry Pie Zella POV I grip the edge of Cayden’s desk as his tongue begins working its magic on my clit, slowly and softly swirling around while he gently slides a finger deep inside me. My head goes back and I suck in air as his finger begins thrusting inside me, equal parts deep and gentle. “Mmmmmm”, Cayden hums, making my clit vibrate, sending gentle shock waves through my body. “Does my sweet little Beta like that?” He asks before returning his tongue to its favorite place.

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

Nicklaus said and a young beautiful lady walked forward. Nicklaus licked his lips as his eyes scanned through her body. "You got a name, don't you?". He Asked placing his hand on her shoulder. "Myung Hee". She replied. "She's disqualified right? The name sounds like that of a missing ghost". Abruzzi said. "Shut up Abruzzi or I'll serve you your tongue ". " Sorry boss ". " So Tell Me what meal can you cook? ". Nicklaus whispered caressing her neck with his fingers. " Um... Kimchi, Samgyeopsal, Daeji Bulgogi, Haejangguk, Sundubu Jjigae, Hoeddeok". She was saying when Klaus cuts in.

Choi, Hyun Woo regained some good humor. - Exactly.- Soo Min confirmed, glancing at her partner, then focused on the woman.- Your name is Lee Eun Hee, right? Mr. Choi's wife and a fashion designer. And you're a mother of Choi Ye Eun, on Monday you reported her missing at our station.- she asked after a while.

"Are you kids having fun?" Joel asked Jesse and his friends, his mouth curved into a huge, welcoming smile. He was holding a half-filled glass of whiskey, and was so impeccably dressed. He walked towards them as the piano soloist in the drawing room played Frédéric Chopin's Nocturne No.8 in D Flat. It made his entrance really cool, sheathing his presence in a nonpareil and paragon atmosphere.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

They felt surprisingly comfortable on—presumably a sign of how much I hated every type of heels considering their entire purpose was to elevate me while making sure I was uncomfortable all through. Next, I was presented with a purse that could probably only fit my phone and a tampon if I forced it in enough and, as a final touch, a piece of jewelry with cold silver interlocked chains and a fading yellow rock in the middle was draped around my neck. The stylist stepped back and smiled in satisfaction but I was sure she was only doing her job. After all, she had been paid a lot for this. "There!" she exclaimed dramatically. "Even Mr. Sica cannot ignore the perfection you have become." She win

Maeve continued, “After the concert, I’ll get Yulian to help out and resolve this issue for you.” Light sparkled in Zayn’s eyes. This Yulian that Maeve had mentioned, full name Yulian Quintus, was the heir to a super-elite family in the southern region, and he was also Maeve’s boyfriend. There was nothing he, Yulian Quintus, could not take care of in the entire southern region. Zayn had been throwing a tantrum so that he could hear these words from Maeve. Since Maeve had now promised him, Zayn stopped making a fuss.

Jean caught her breath in surprise. "Who chased you? Ghost?" He asked innocently. "Scarier than a ghost." Jean replied. The man Jean called Chan is Park Chanyeol. A native man of South Korean nationality who has lived in New York for a long time. Jean and Chanyeol have been friends since junior high school. Even in high school, they were in the same school. Jean called Chanyeol with Chan, and Chanyeol called Jean with Je. They were always together. They were even being called couple goals by the whole school.

RESURRECTION PROTOCOL The ocean wind tore through the cliffs below Jeju Island, wild and electric with the scent of storm. Somewhere beyond the horizon, history was still bleeding. But inside the candlelit war room of the reclaimed Lee Estate, silence reigned—except for the faint hum of the screen that blinked one word over and over: Yoo Min Status: Active. Location: Unknown. Chaewon stared at the screen like it was a ghost. “She died,” Jian said beside her, jaw tight. “I saw the reports. Your father… your supposed father… stood over the casket.”