Chaewon Perfect Night Novels & Stories

He was trying to reprogram his brain. “Okay, settle down. I will now announce the results.” The teacher was cut off by a deep and smooth voice from the back of the room. It made Josh’s eyes snap open. “I predict it’s Josh.” Nathan Donsol sat in his seat with a posture that was surprisingly elegant. His uniform was perfectly pressed and fit his frame in a way that looked effortlessly sexy. He had a dark and textured wolf-cut hairstyle that framed his sharp Korean features perfectly. His monolid eyes were intense, and his jawline looked like it was carved from marble.

I wait…and wait…and wait…but nothing I put my phone in my bag and head off for work Mike ~ “Hey honey, how was the farewell?” Becca ~ “It was amazing! Josh had a few more surprises up his sleeve. I don't know what to believe with him anymore.” Mike ~ “Phone him, Becca!” Becca ~ “No!” Mike ~ “You okay to work alone tonight?” Becca ~ “Yes of course.” Mike ~ “There is a new table of guys in VIP tonight. Play nice!” Becca ~ “Mike ~, I always do!”

He drives away, leaving the mansion behind. Soon-Ja steps into the room after taking a long, warm shower. Jung-Won is doing some work on his laptop. He smiles as their eyes meet with each other's. Soon-Ja immediately looks away while being nervous in his gaze. A smirk curve on Jung-Won's lips. He shakes his head and focuses on the work once again. After drying her hair, Soon-Ja makes her way to the bed. She lies on the bed and covers herself with a duvet. Jung-Won turns off the laptop and places it on the nightstand. Jung-Won pulls a duvet over his body and snuggles himself in it. Soon-Ja's heart pounding as Jung-Won's hand touches her back mistakenly. His eyes widen, as he doesn't expect it

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.

“You better tell me everything by tomorrow morning, or I would be the one to rip your head off” “You don’t have to worry about that” She responds. “What time is the gala?” I ask. “It starts at 10pm but we have to be there by 8:30pm, Madam Stephanie wants perfection” She explains “Okay…. And the dress code?” “I got that covered, the dress is in my wardrobe on the left. It’s a black leather dress and the shoes are on the rack. Oh and don’t worry about your night shift, I already convinced Natalie” She states.

She craftily chuckled, misinterpreting that he was having passionate affairs with Sofia. After she plopped on the bed, Cardyn sighed in exhaustion. She covered her eyes with her left arm, feeling that the bright light of the chandelier blinded her. The door to their bedroom was opened and there was no need for Cardyn to be shocked to sense that it was Dalvin. She unhurriedly lowered her arm, eyeing Dalvin’s casual movements around her. She asked, “How was your work?” Dalvin glanced at her and then nodded his head, “Everything is set smoothly. I was so busy dealing with internal problems at the company”, he sat beside her, “Were you lonely at night?”

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 134: The Day Nothing Happened Spring arrived quietly. The snow melted. The trees bloomed. The city exchanged gray skies for sunlight. Life continued. Months had passed since the end of the dream. Months since the final choice. Months since reality had stepped beyond the cycle. And on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday morning— nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. No emergencies. No strange messages. No unexpected revelations. Just a normal day. Ama woke up late.

I wake up in the middle of the night and the person next to me is gone. So I sat up and saw Daley standing in front of the window with his back to me smoking. The white moonlight fell on his perfect side face, and he smoked slowly and sadly. He put on his trousers but his upper body was bare. I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around my body. I walked slowly toward him with my bare feet on the ground. When I came up behind him, he turned to me with a cigarette between his fingers.

Third Person’s POV “Jordan, baby, I’m so happy we got married. You’ve made me the happiest woman alive. I love you to the moon and back.” Fiona’s voice came out in hushed whispers as she poured wine into Jordan’s glass and settled herself on his lap, her perfume wrapping around him like a trap he couldn’t escape. They had arrived at Flamingo, the five-star hotel Jordan had rented out entirely for their honeymoon. Fiona had made it her mission to have her husband to herself, away from the world, away from excuses.