Eun Tak Novels & Stories

"Why did you say this, Chili? I like you because you are Cecilia. I'm seriously wanted to stay with you. Not just for my entertainment." "Then, if I'm not Cecilia, do you still like me?" His brain froze for several seconds. All he managed to said was, "What did… you mean?" "The truth is, I'm not Cecilia Lancia. My name is Han Ji Eun. An ordinary girl who come from South Korean, a country in another dimension. The reason why I'm here because I have to make amend for my previous action." She rose from her chair and bowed deeply. "I'm really sorry for giving you the troubles. You can reconsider our relationship. I will take all the responsibility because of deceiving you."

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

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Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

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.

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

"Ahahaha...you still remember, Bro Jae. Time flies. At that time, I desperately persuaded you and Sister Yoona to join my artist agency, but you guys always refused. I was just a manager at that time. Currently, I am the CEO of TW Entertainment." Takeru spoke, explaining about himself then and now. Takeru was seen looking around. "Oh yeah, where's Sister Yoona?" he continued. Hearing the name of his late wife was mentioned, Kim Jae bowed his head down. "Yoona is gone forever, from many years ago, Takeru-kun." Kim Jae spoke, softly. Takeru looked so shocked that he covered his gaping mouth with his hands. He looked so sorry for asking his old friend that.

Duncan nodded in agreement, taking the back seat. ~~~~~ “Uhm… let me get this straight.” Duncan cocked his head to the side. “Min-a completed one of his artworks and that earned him a signing with Kwan Seung-ho, the famous, uprising artist. You mean I know someone famous aside from Min-a now?” He cackled, “Sweet…” Kwan Seung-ho was mute all through the entire process of Eun Hye defining his and Min-a's relationship as a pure art coach and student relationship.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.