Gaeun Shinbi House Novels & Stories

"The term until the final match is quite long. Do you want to go to Chuncheon and eat spicy stir-fried chicken?" Haneul Jang moved his lips while holding the drink Yuhwan handed. Of all things, to think it is Chuncheon. It is the exact place where Yuhwan died and he also lost memories by an accident in the past life. When even that wound-filled memory caught by Do-wan Yoo overlapped, Haneul Jang's heart began to fluctuate unmanageably.

"A line that Min couldn't tap. A line that didn't exist on the company servers." Jun flipped the page. There was an addendum. A billing address for the ground station upkeep. Unit 404, Itaewon Commercial District. "Itaewon," Baek read the line, his brow furrowing. "That’s District 6 territory. We call it the neon jungle. It’s mostly clubs and foreign bars."

He still hadn’t managed to confess his feeling for Qeiza, but his father had already talked about the marriage. Dae Hyun got coughed due to swallowing his food in rush. He shortly grabbed the glass Qeiza gave him. “Eat slowly!” said Mrs. Kim. “You also still have to wait for your father, right?” That day, Mr. Kim planned to introduce Dae Hyun as his potential successor. The Gyeongbokgung Palace became the spot Ansel chose to spend time with Qeiza. For those who liked watching Korean dramas, they definitely knew very well the first kingdom palace that was built in the era of Joseon Dynasty, more than six hundred years ago.

Yuna lit the candle and dug through her dresser for something warm to cover up her nightgown (white silk hanbok used for sleep). The garden in the Kim Residence was enormous. Her parents were constantly receiving praises from their guests about how beautiful and extravagant the garden was rumored to be. Her parents had guests that frequently visited their residence for business and other purposes. She wasn’t too keen on socializing with them. Her mother would insist that she meet the guests, but she could never get herself to.

The gate slowly opened. What I saw left me speechless. A massive European-style mansion stood proudly in the middle of an estate. There was a grand garden, a fountain in the center, and the mansion itself looked like something out of a fairytale. “Welcome to our mansion, wife.” “H-Huh?!” “This… is our new home.” My mouth fell open. Daebak...! ****** LMCD22

"Is that so? Oh, by the way, Gye-yeong. Even while laying low somewhere, that woman has been paying off her debts with absolute precision. She's no ordinary character. Could she be drawing up some kind of big picture?" At Gang-mu’s casual remark, a sudden chill ran down Hyeon-sin's spine. Just how far did these people's information network reach? All the strength drained from Hyeon-sin's body, making it difficult for her to even remain standing. = = = A small, modest apartment in Gaepo-dong, Gangnam. The warmth of human life was pushing away the cold air of the narrow hallway. On the kitchen stove, a stew was bubbling away, releasing a savory aroma.

Hyukjae sneaked into the empty building owned by Lee Corp. In the past, this building was a warehouse for storing wood raw materials for a subsidiary of Lee Corp, which is engaged in furniture. Due to its remote location and frequent landslides during the winter season, the log shed was eventually moved to the Gangwon area which is closer to the city center. Now even though the old building is empty, actually the late Mr. Lee Hyeong Do planned to use the empty building again as a resort, because of its location close to the ski area which is open every December to February. At least the building will still make money instead of just being left empty like this.

Five Years Later, Busan, South Korea- 2028 Into the master bedroom sunlight came inside through the glassy window. The sun shone through the window making her groan and close her eyes tightly. Seok Syanja, she was lying on the bed while the alarm clock buzzed continuously. She was laying under thick blankets with a blanket over her head, trying to block the brightness of the sun. But she knew this wouldn't help her any as she needed to wake up.

she said lazily, “when Ji-hwan first met me in Colombia, he was just like you. Cold. Stubborn. Rude. Thought he didn’t need anyone.” Soo-ah stiffened. “Don’t compare me to him.” She opened one eye. “You’re right. He had better aim.” He scowled but said nothing more. The seatbelt light blinked on as the jet began its descent. Below them, Seoul waited — familiar but changed. And not nearly as safe as it used to be. The Seoul safehouse sat nestled in a quiet, upscale neighborhood — an elegant, modern home wrapped in frosted glass, steel beams, and just enough luxury to signal power without attracting attention.