Jeon Jung Hyun Novels & Stories

But he bowed his head slightly. “Yes, Father.” His dad turned and walked away. The footsteps faded. The house fell silent again. Kai exhaled, long and shaky, realizing only then that his breath had been locked in his lungs the entire conversation. You’d think—based on the public photos plastered across Asia and America—that his father was some saintly fashion mogul. Han Jaehyun, the legend behind RJ, the brand that ate runways for breakfast and was worshiped by influencers like a new religion.

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.

"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.

"It seems everyone went crazy as a group. Why would Major League be crazy to scout a Korean perpetual last-place college catcher?" Seo Jeongwoo leisurely wrapped his arms around Yoo Kyungho's neck and kissed him. Biting the lip lightly, the eye smile falling from him was laced with venom. His hand descended riding Yoo Kyungho's solid spine, roaming softly like a snake. "Who said he was a catcher? Haneul Jang is the number one batter and an outfielder." "What?"

The first girl (Hye Min Ah) replied, shrugging her shoulders with a wide smile. Hye Min Ah, a B list Korean model and beauty pageant titleholder who was born on August 24, 1992, in Seoul, South Korea. She won the title of Miss Korea in 2011 and represented South Korea in the Miss Universe 2012 pageant. She was a finalist in the Miss Universe 2012 pageant, finishing in the top 10. She has worked as a model for various Korean brands and has appeared in numerous fashion shows and magazine spreads. She has also pursued an acting career, appearing in Korean dramas and films. She has the belief that she is the number one model in Korea and every other model like Sun Mi is beneath her.

Compared to Augustine, he was nothing but a child trying to find himself in Augustine’s castle, and that is why Augustine felt no threat, he was not being proud, but rather, he had something to support his actions. “A pleasant evening, My Lady, Master Kings. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jung Loevan or better yet known as Jungsook. I am a french-Korean and an idol of GDE Entertainment from HIT kpop group. It was nice to finally meet you.” for a Korean man, he was fluent with his English accent and vocabulary. Allana soon understood who he was and nodded her head politely. If she remembered correctly, at Jindo Island, there was a person who was being chased by fangirls and they helped hi

Trying to put on a facial expression that it's really my first time seeing him. "Oh Mr. Ryeol, introduce him, he is Min Junho, my college friend in USA" said Janghyuk, letting me know that the friend Yuna meant was Janghyuk. "All right, excuse me," I said carefully. I see Mr. Ryeol has nodded, a sign to let me go now. But as soon as I turned around, a hand pulled me back. I turned my head to find Min Junho's sharp gaze who still couldn't believe what he was seeing right now. His wife, Kim Hana, is next to him as Lee Umji.

They felt surprisingly comfortable on—presumably a sign of how much I hated every type of heels considering their entire purpose was to elevate me while making sure I was uncomfortable all through. Next, I was presented with a purse that could probably only fit my phone and a tampon if I forced it in enough and, as a final touch, a piece of jewelry with cold silver interlocked chains and a fading yellow rock in the middle was draped around my neck. The stylist stepped back and smiled in satisfaction but I was sure she was only doing her job. After all, she had been paid a lot for this. "There!" she exclaimed dramatically. "Even Mr. Sica cannot ignore the perfection you have become." She win