Hyun Su Novels & Stories

a high schooler giggled to her sister. “Yeah. He is,” older sister was smirking at Suho. “I’m sure I can get hold of him.” “Wait, jagya! He looks familiar,” an elderly woman pointed to her husband. “Oh! I think you’re right,” her husband pulled down his spectacle ogling at Suho. “That’s Haneul Lee! I mean, it’s his son.” The older woman tapped her husband, “Oh, yes! He looks like his father. Good genes do run in the family. The girl is lucky.”

I asked the attractive guy, but he paid no attention, focused on his phone. Pursing my lips when he didn't respond, I went back to gazing up at the stars. "Slim," he replied flatly, placing his phone on a nearby table. "What's your real name?" I inquired, and he glanced over at me with his cold eyes. "Hayden," he responded, taking a sip from his bottle before placing it back down. "I'm Chloe, but my friends call me C," I started, but my intoxicated mind suddenly had a realization. "I guess nobody is going to call me C now." I laughed, too drunk to comprehend the words coming out of my mouth.

"Oh! Sergey, this is Kim Seo-joon," Kyrian said, beaming. "But I call him Joon-Hyung. He was the one I stayed with in Korea while Dad was doing business there. He basically raised me for two years." He turned to Seo-joon. "Hyung, means 'Big Brother' in Korean. And Hyung, this is Sergey, my best friend." Seo-joon adjusted his rimless glasses, a polite, charming smile playing on his lips. He looked every bit the powerful CEO—sharp grey suit, perfectly styled hair, and an aura of calm authority.

" said Myung Sik, teasingly. "Yaa Do Myung Sik!" shouted Suk Jin in anger, trying to chase him away. Finally, they split and go to their own classes. Hyang and Joon Woo are classmates in the business management department because they are the heirs to their family company, so it is a must for them to study business. Dae Jun and Myung Sik are classmates in the art and language departments because Dae Jun enjoys singing and Myung Sik aspires to be a model and an actor, respectively, whereas Hyun Ki is alone in the science department due to his family's medical background.

Kimberly placed the documents at the front of Damien and Steven who has been giving her an evil smile and lewd look. 'Can you just stop looking at me?!' She wanted to shout at him but kept it to her self. "Such a beautiful and hardworking Secretary you got." Steven said. "Is this contract about my secretary or business?" Damien snapped. "Sorry. Back to business, I was thinking the goods coming from Korean.........." "I want 70 percent of it." Damien cut him off. He glanced at Kimberly who has been looking at Steven with disgust.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

I had to do everything that I could to make sure that this worked. The soft ping of my phone broke the silence, making my heart jump. Unknown Number. I hesitated for only a second before answering. “Hello?” “Miss Sienna De Luca?” a woman’s voice asked on the other end. “Yes, this is she.” I said, looking down on my daughter has a small smile formed on my face. “This is HR from Wellington & Co. You applied for a secretary position earlier this week, correct?” My heart skipped a beat. I did.

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

Solana adds teasingly. Ahh, okay. It's Giovanni, the eldest Volkanov son. Whew. I can't help but be a little relieved he isn't Luca. Gio has a cool, broody presence and that scowl he's perfected puts me a little on edge. I would have no idea how to talk to him. He's far too intimidating.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.