Innocent Man K-drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

Author's POV "Boss, please spare me, give me more time please!" a man who looks about the age of thirty was kneeling in front of a tall young man wearing a black suit and tie, holding a gun in his right hand, playing with it while looking at him. They were surrounded by many men in black suits too, smiling and glaring at each other. The room was a torture cell, different weapons and stains of blood were evident on the floor and on the wall. There was blood on the side of the lips of the poor man, his eyes seemed to be punched so many times that it made a violet circle around it. "Boss, I will pay you next week, I swear. If I don't, then you can kill me!"

said the young man with a match stick in his mouth moving toward the two men. “Since when do you care what we do around here” the guy with chains around his neck sharply asked. “Ouch” said the young man with a mustache looking hurt. “Come on Rev, I thought we sorted that out” said the fat young man. “Then tell that mother fucker, Moon to keep his piehole shut” said Rev. “I will if you let her go” said the young man with a match stick in his mouth. “If we say no then what?” asked the man with huge holes on his pinna.

I am supposed to get furious at this person, who is touching me intimately or I should say trying to seduce me. "So is it working? " He brought his lips near my ears. "What?" biting my lower lip in anticipation, I slowly turned around towards him. "Seducing you?" He pecked my cheek. I couldn't help but let a gasp of surprise escape my lips. Was I that loud? He smiled looking at the shock on my face, but removed his one hand from my waist and tucked a strand of my stay hair behind my ear and cupped my face. "I am really sorry Jenny for whatever happened last night. I knew my single apology can't justify my doings. But trust me I was helpless at that time." He said

"Who sent you?" "I'm not telling you anything!" the man spat. Rhee Min-Jun struck him in the gut. The man gasped. Hae Mina's soft touch stopped Rhee Min-Jun from hitting the man again. "Leave him. I know who did this. It was Kyong Konu." "Get out of here," Rhee Min-Jun growled before tossing the man to the side. The man began to scurry away.

" You've done it." " Back in my reckless days?" " Oh, ye." He smiled some more. "I'm about ready to settle down. "If you're past your days of being reckless, how do you justify capturing an innocent bystander and holding her captive, for nine days now?" "Anyone I know?" "You're holding her in your arms." "Are you an innocent bystander?" He was no longer smiling and he'd made his eyes serious. "What else?" "You're the most beautiful woman in all the world. An alluring siren, who could charm the secrets from any ma."

He didn’t have courage to accept her call and break her heart. He excused himself and walked toward the balcony. Kiara and Nidhi looked at his retreating back, Nidhi smirked and asked,”Kiara, How is my acting ?" " Mind blowing ! ": Kiara , praised her and asked who the man was?” " The man and police are theater actors , I have to pay the man extra money because Viren has hit him badly,” Nidhi informed her, they both started laughing.

What kind of nonsense this man spouting about? "Don't be ridiculous!" He snapped. "I choose this picture because she is the first victim!" "Ahem..." Inspector Kim Min Ah clears her throat. She cast down her pen and took out another picture from the other document folder. Then, she slides a photograph of a woman beside the first picture. Inspector Kim is peering at her chief with distrust. "Chief, she is the third victim, not the first one. Noh Jenna is the first victim, chief. She is a thirty-eight years old housewife from the Park Hills district. The third victim is Shin Minji, a student and a part-time model. Well, from her appearance alone, she is very much your type, sir."

Her grunt was accented. "What's your name, woman?" His voice is full and masculine. far away from the voice of the old man who bought it from her. "But what the heck was happening? Maybe I was also sold to someone else?” she asked in her mind. “S—Sophia." "Oh, okay, Sophia. Be ready, 'cause tonight I make sure you will scream for more." She was startled when he ran two fingers over her jewel. She could feel her wetness. She didn't even realize that she was completely undressed by the man on top of her.

Our names often overlap, and we tend to add physical features to distinguish one another. I step into the basement and switch on the single light. The bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a dim glow over the man tied to the chair. He’s bloody, covered in bruises and cuts, his clothes dirty and torn. Hair filthy, skin covered in filth. He’s been sitting in his own piss and shit for five days. Keeping a prisoner this long is risky. With each passing day, they get another chance to escape, to be discovered. We were lucky. “I hear they call you Vinnie the Nose,” I say as I lazily unbutton my jacket. “Walked around the city bragging about killing some kids. Is that right?”

I could barely process what I was seeing—thick curtains, dusty chandeliers, bookshelves lined with hardcovers, and a faint scent of old wood and lavender. Then Daniel lifted his phone and—click—took a photo of me. “For our little game,” he said, pocketing the phone and walking out. I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I waited as the goon knelt to untie my wrists and ankles with surprisingly gentle hands. The rope left angry marks on my skin. I rubbed my wrists, swallowing the scream rising in my throat. “Please,” I whispered, turning to the man. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t go to the police. I swear.”