Hidden Charm Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

It was a very short message, “You should read this. Urgently!” Chan hesitated whether to open the file attached with the message. He had asked to find everything about Jina, so he doubted whether the information will bring him more disappointment. Nevertheless Chan decided to open the file after a deep breathe. He had to face everything; there is no running away from life. The file was very detailed. He read through every word in it, twice. After reading it, he stood up and smiled with such a relief, as if he had survived a disaster. The matter was actually pretty complicated. More complicated than Chan’s marriage situation and the related drama, to be precise. Jina was not related to the Sh

Ahn — and as Baekhoon’s wife, whatever happens to him inevitably affects me too. But how does Mr. Ahn know that the woman who marries Baekhoon is me, not Jasmine Lee? To the public eye, Jasmine Lee is supposed to be the legitimate wife who passed away. Mr. Ahn should not even suspect otherwise. Yet he looks at me as if he has peeled away a mask I never intended to wear. I clear my throat softly, trying to break the tension that suddenly hangs in the air. “Ahem. Everyone has their own strength. I heard that Mr. Ahn has already conquered China, haven’t you? They say China is a formidable rival.”

I felt like my heart was already in my throat because of nervousness. I let out a deep breath to calm myself but it didn't help especially when I saw him walking towards me. "What are you hiding?" he asked as he tried to steal the lingerie that I was hiding behind my back. "What is it Love?" he asked. I didn't respond again, I just held it tightly but he did the same so I had no choice but to let go of it. I saw how his forehead creased as he stared at lacy undergarments. I saw how his adams apple moved when he swallowed hard.

He took it and stared at me, “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.” I wanted to take it back from him and just hold it tight against my chest. I wanted to protect the last of my family that I had, but... “Go ahead.” The words came out like a strangled whisper. “First, I brought you something.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bronze charm. “It’s a Chinese symbol which means friendship forever. I picked a bronze one to match my eyes.” “Thanks,” I took it and placed it on the chain. It was pretty loud next to the rest.

As the vow left his lips, a golden halo drifted down from the heavens, settled on the shadowfox's head, and vanished. From that moment, any betrayal of his vow would bring the shadowfox unbearable agony. With the ordeal over, Yasmin called out, "Selena, what about me? You're not going to break your promise, are you?" I smiled at her. "I'll keep my word. Yasmin, if you want to leave, then go. No one will hold you back, and no one will harm you." Yasmin eyed me skeptically. "Is that the truth?" I nodded. "Cross my heart."

He wore a tailored suit, his hair perfectly combed, and his bearing noble and refined. In just half a month, his aura had grown more imposing and more unfamiliar to me. The crowd instinctively parted for him. Madeline slipped her arm through his. There was a massive pink diamond sparkling on her ring finger. The ring was only half a heart, and the missing piece gleamed on Kyle’s finger. The modest ring I had saved two months’ wages to buy was long gone, plucked from his finger. As fate would have it, I had already removed mine too.

BOOOOMMM…. BOOOOMMM…. BOOOOMMM…. GRAAAOOOOORRRRRR! BOOOOMM…. BOOOOMMM…. BOOOOMMM…. Explosion after explosion rang out on both sides, and as the explosions occurred, Xiao Chen—who had been chased moments earlier—had already climbed up the cliff face. He used a trail-erasing charm so his tracks wouldn’t be found, and it worked. Slowly, Xiao Chen made his way into the area where the corpses of the women in wedding dresses lay. Carefully, Xiao Chen walked in, and when he reached the spot where the corpses of the women in wedding dresses were… Xiao Chen was taken aback because hidden behind the guarding corpses was a giant door. Thinking that everything he’d just gone through was merely a minor o