Novel & Cerita Crystal Choi Lookism

Her revenge on me is more than her obsession with Jason. I entered the dressing room. I got a glimpse of Crystal from the other side of the locker. Crystal's standing in front of her locker, taking something and keeping her phone inside it. I watched her without getting anyone's attention. Crystal had a hesitant look on her face. For a second, I got afraid that she might have spotted me. She started looked around and snapped her fingers at a girl next to her. Crystal got the girl's attention, talked something and gave her lockers key. Is she her friend or maid? The way she talked looks like she's treating a maid. Oh no, she's coming this way. I went behind a locker and searched for mine. Atl

Lee Seol smiled and hugged her. "Unnie how...what are... how are you here? I mean do you know me?!" She asked in surprise as she stared at her favorite Korean actress whom she's always wanted to meet. Park Lee Seol, one of the most popular South Korea actress, looks extremely stunning in her halter grey gradient long tulle party dress, which she adorned with beautiful jewelries.

I declared, stepping into our freshly renovated, budget-turned-brilliant base like a queen returning from a campaign. Tita Maribel was in the corner, curled on the new beanbag I ordered last week (pink and fluffy, because her old bones deserved luxury), fanning herself with a magazine that had Gong Yoo’s glorious abs on the cover. “Ay naku, Krystal, this one! He is the real buffet,” she said, giggling like a teenager. I handed her a mug of my French press brew and grinned. “We stan the king. Gong Yoo supremacy forever.”

I for one, not really care about family connections or whatever it might be, to me what is more important is how they were going to be valuable to me and how they will achieve what I wanted if I were to invest in them. The fact that Minister Choi Han Na were related to Doctor Choi Ji Soo, is not an issue to me at all, after all, before her name comes out of Doctor Choi Ji Soo mouths, Minister Choi Han Na already made it into my shortlisted of potential candidates. Her name were on the top 3 because, unlike any other candidates, she was young, intellectuals, radical, steadfast and the most important thing of all, she is viciously opportunist, frighteningly so, that she were almost an uncanny

The elevator doors opened on the fourth floor and Vivian stepped out into noise. The conference room was packed. She stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it in. Every female artist on KT Star's roster appeared to have shown up, from the company's top-billed names all the way down to the newest signings, which included Vivian herself. She recognized faces from magazine covers and streaming billboards: Jessica Jiang, the company's reigning darling, holding court in the center of the room with the ease of someone who had never once doubted her right to take up space. Crystal Kim, fresh off a massively successful idol drama that had broken streaming records for three consecutive weeks. Lily

She has never seen Isa look this hot in a blue lace gown that stopped at her thighs, bearing a bold opening that revealed her back. Isa led her inside the house with a smile and showed her a seat. Crystal became embedded with thoughts. The Isa she knew was styleless. She even had images of Isa wearing shirts in pant trousers replaying in her head or was it just her illusion? Even when she initiates the best shopping mugs to her, Isa would decline over a table heaped with files and documents. “What are you staring at?” Isa asked, noticing the intense gaze from Crystal. “Nothing…just that you changed.” Crystal shrugged with a wave. Isa rose and walked to the fridge. Crystal's gaze followed her

A hushed awe rolled through the crowd. “She’s pregnant?” whispered a woman in the front row, nudging her friend. “Yes. And look at her! So graceful… She must be married. Oh look at her diamond ring. What a powerful woman.” “She’s stunning. And so young too!” The whispers melted into applause as Crystal reached the whiteboard stage, where a crystal podium stood waiting. She turned, faced the audience, and smiled. Her face glowed with warmth and confidence, cheekbones softly highlighted, brows arched with elegance, and her calm eyes scanning the room with calculated charm.

Chloe is sitting across the table from me, having a conversation with a woman named Linda about whether crystals work. Chloe's position is yes, with caveats. They must be naturally occurring and not grown. And harvested at the full moon by virgins in muslin dresses or something. I’m not really listening, I’m too busy watching her. I watch her for most of dinner. She's in a short, swingy dress, those long, tan legs shamelessly seducing me. Hair up off her neck because Sage cooks with a wood fire and it gets warm and stuffy in the hut.

IN HER BEDROOM SHE OPTED FOR PINK TO GIVE IT A BIT OF A CONTRAST AND STILL REFLECT HER GIRLY SIDE. SHE DID NOT OFTEN GET THE CHANCE TO BE A GIRLY GIRL AS HER WORK OUTFITS HAD TO BE PROFESSIONAL. SO SHE OPTED FOR MORE BLACKS AND GREYS, HERE AND THERE SHE WOULD OPT FOR COLOUR LIKE PINK AND YELLOW. SO HER WALK IN CLOSET WAS HER FAVOURITE PLACE IN HER HOUSE AS SHE LOVED SHOPPING AND LOVED DESIGNER HANDBAGS AND SHOES. SHE BELIEVED SHE WAS SOMEWHAT OF A COLLECTOR BUT MIA BELIEVES SHE HAS A SHOPPING PROBLEM. IN HER LINE OF WORK SHE HAD TO WEAR EXPENSIVE CLOTHES AS SHE WAS WORKING WITH BUSINESS MEN AND WOMEN WHO WERE LOOKING AT WHAT SHE WORE.

“I’m mad at you. But I missed you more, so I’ll be mad later.” “Can we schedule it for Tuesday?” “No. I’ll send you a voice note at two in the morning.” She pulled back, held both my arms, then inspected me from head to toe with eyes capable of assessing stitching, weight, lip color, and emotional stability in a single glance. “You’re still offensively beautiful,” she said. “You’re wearing enough crystals to interfere with maritime navigation.” Krystal lifted her chin, pleased. Her dress was pale gold, covered in details that caught the light every time she moved. Long earrings. Stacked bracelets. A tiny rigid purse that couldn’t possibly hold anything useful.