Hong Young-ki Novels & Stories

How easy I could make them disappear. “Who is it, Monroe?” Anger was evident in my voice. I wanted to make the bastard pay. But, unfortunately, because of him, I was going to have to redirect the shipments and fake more unnecessary paperwork. A headache I really didn't need after the Bringer incident. “It’s Kyle. Kyle Hillanger.” I rub my ringed fingers across my jaw. Kyle Hillanger was a kid I took in off the streets. I gave him work, taught him everything he knows. So I needed to know why he crossed me.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

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.

He replied, "Sure, sir. Who are you investigating?" Enrico shows his devil's grin. . . "Liam Hwang, a doctor at the Seoul Central Hospital." (*)

"Hello bro! By the way, this is my sister Jeyah Abee, but you can call her Jeyah." The man looked at me and smiled. "Hi Jeyah, my name is Hyungmin. Nice meeting you," he offered his hand to me. The three of us had a few casual talks while waiting for the time for us to go to the wedding hall. I was enjoying talking with Hyungmin because he was fun to be with. I did not have any problem with our conversation because he can fluently speak English. Well, I found out that he works as a bank manager at Hana Bank, located in Gangnam-gu. He is three years older than my brother but he looks like Andre's age. No wonder because Korean people were very conscious about their skin.

Suho asked, not knowing who to send the question to. “Lee, Kang Jun. He’s a chaebol. They are the heirs of the business tycoon Lee Hong Bin. I read somewhere that his father took over Sansung electronics and is now manufacturing semiconductors for other countries like the US. I am sure he’s going to inherit the business empire when he gets older,” Kwanghee replied nonchalantly while munching on his plate’s pasta and pizza. Suho looked down, played with the food on his plate. “But you, my friend, is the son of the legendary Haneul Lee. My hero and idol. That’s etched in history,” Kwanghee added, draping his arms around Suho’s shoulders.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

DOMINIC "Hi sweetheart. How are you today? Do you want to make two thousand?" Yurik grinned into the phone while scooting towards the opposite end of the table. He was side eyeing me and I glared at him, immediately shutting my laptop. We were the only two in the boardroom and he better not be talking to who the fuck I think he's talking to. "Two thousand cash yes." He said nodding his head. "That was a fucking joke! You wouldn't need to sell any of your body parts." Yurik yelled and leaned back into the chair spinning around before looking up at the ceiling in frustration.

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.

*** Meanwhile… At the exit of Buckwood Expressway. A large group of people was waiting there. The leading man was named Dominic Park, the representative of Star chaebol in Buckwood. Naturally, they hailed from Country J’s Star Chaebol. At this moment, they were all bowing and waiting quietly. About half an hour later, a group of convoys drove out, led by Bugatti Veyron. The car door opened. A young man clad in a colorful suit, resembling a pretty woman, walked out. He was the representative of Star Chaebol and Peter Lee’s son, Cam Lee.