Jeon Jin-woo Novels & Stories

Eun-ji asked once more. Jeong Hyeo-ri paused for a moment, trying to recall the man's name. "Gwan... Gwan-Ji-hoo. Yes, that's his name," she uttered. "Oh, I think I've heard his name before," Eun-ji remarked. "He's Gwan Ji-hoo, a member of the Rifle Squad Team," Jeong Hyeo-ri added, taking a gulp from her tequila bottle. "Oh, I know him! Gwan Ji-hoo, the best marksman in the Rifle Squad Team!" Eun-ji exclaimed.

This man certainly ran fast, and it was highly possible that he did some martial arts. - Soo Min, this is Jung Hyun Woo, an officer from Gwangju city in Gyeonggi Province. He is 28 years old, was promoted recently and transferred to Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Investigation Departament, Violent Crime Section as a reward for solving a very complicated case in which a middle-aged man kidnapped, raped and murdered boys between 6 and 12 years old.- the Chief introduced the young man.

"And the day after that, Shinwoo. You've earned it. You have the week off. Y'all were great tonight." The boy gets shy with a lot of bows and thank yous. Park Shinwoo is seventeen and the youngest member of the group. He has been swamped with not only music but school too. He has still remained enthusiastic through it all. About an hour later, the van parks in the basement parking of the company building and Jae-in and I unload our supplies. Seo Yun was with us back at the TV station, and the two worked on the kids' makeup while I oversaw the outfits. It's the end of a busy promotion period, and we have four weeks before we're running back and forth again taking care of Phix when their album

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

, the one with the triangular smile introduced himself. Then came the next member, "Yo. I'm Ho-jin Lee. I'm a freshman and in the same department as Jae eun's. Nice to meet you". He seemed to have a macho and manly look yet it changed into a cute baby after his cute bunny teeth appeared.

he mumbled, voice husky and low, eyes still closed. I blinked. “What? No, I don’t.” He cracked one eye open, his golden gaze lazy and teasing. “Like a baby bear. It's kind of cute.” A scoff escaped me before I grabbed the nearest pillow and thumped him with it. “Take that back.” He let out a deep chuckle that vibrated against my back as he pulled me closer, locking his arms tighter around me. “Never. I treasure every little imperfection.” “Ryu—”

Angelique asked, confused. “Yeah. Trunks is his nickname, but his name is Juhoon Choi. He’s in Business, Level 200. He arrived last year, and he’s number one among the five S-Class students. He’s Korean-American — the son of the Korean business tycoon Seungmin Choi, CEO of H Holdings, and Xiaolin Feng, heiress of the Sash Conglomerate.” “You mean THE H and THE Sash?” Angelique repeated.

Taemin’s voice was quiet, but every word was clear. “He doesn’t fight with hate, or ego. He fights to connect. That’s why he wins.” Even Soi Kihyun stopped tapping his pen. For a brief moment, no one said anything. Then Seojun chuckled under his breath. Lee Seojun: “You all want to know who’d win?” Everyone turned. He leaned back, grin widening, a hint of something dangerous flickering in his eyes. “Reo or Joonwoo.” A pause. Then Seojun smiled not mockingly, not boastfully but like someone who had seen something bright enough to make him believe again.

she ordered. Namie looked up at the boy standing beside Jina. His jet-black hair fell to his shoulders, his skin was pale, his eyes cold. He was of average height. She swallowed nervously and trembled as she stood up. She was in front of the most popular boy in school: Teodoro Eun-Chan, president of the drama and literature club — the very club she dreamed of joining. He was famous for being the girls’ favorite, constantly receiving love confessions and all kinds of invitations.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.