Hooni Lee Novels & Stories

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

Steve Lee’s face was as swollen as a pig. He was screaming furiously while his mouth and nose were bleeding profusely. He was an extremely well-known prodigy back in Country J, adept at literature and combat prowess! He was also the last disciple of the Taekwondo master back in the day! The representative of Star Chaebol’s kid! No matter the perspective, he was still a big character with a great status. But at this moment, he was just a drowning dog in front of Harvey. He had exhausted all his strength to fight back.

Two of which he knew, looking rough and tattered and one, whom he didn't know, was bound tightly to a chair. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked in his baritone voice. Kai and Seiji felt chills run down their spine. Sunny Lee is not only a boxing champion but also a retired soldier. The man was a complete beast. Even bigger than Seiji. He had a bald head with two dark eyes that seem to peer right into your soul. His nose was crooked and he had a bushy greying mustache above thick lips. He was dressed in a three piece black suit which did nothing to hide those bulging muscles.

Leo growled, his voice immediately filling the entire square. "I have a surprise for you too though Leonardo," Haden ridiculed before making another hand gesture to a different man. Out from behind another cluster of warriors came Lia dragged by her wrist. "You aren't going to hurt your own mate, even you couldn't stoop that low," Leo responded although I could tell he wasn't convinced by his own words. Haden raised an eyebrow.

CHAPTER TWO I struggled against his hand on my mouth but he was insistent. In the end I went limp in his arms and he slowly released his grip on my mouth. He waited till the murderer had moved away from my family's death table, then turned to me. I stared at his features in momentary awe: his eyes were big and bright and blue, almost electric in their intensity. The eyes of an inexperienced man who hadn't yet seen the rougher side of life; probably nineteen or twenty years old, not much older than me. His coal-black hair was plaited in cornrows, each strand falling to his shoulders. His skin was tan, which was a rarity in this cold climate. And he was staring at me the way I knew I was stari

With everything going on in his life he almost forgot about this one bit of hobby, hockey. Lee threw his stick, “Damnit Maximilian!” Leonidas sniggered as their other friends, Lee and Parlor came skidding and laughing. Shane high-fived Leonidas, “Hell yeah!” They were playing 2 on 2 and so far Leonidas and Shane were winning. They were his best buddies, like him they are successful in their fields. Lee is a doctor, Parlor is a book author and writer, and he recently took up cooking so now he’s concentrating on it. While Shane is a striving national athlete, enjoying his medals and fame.

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.