Novel & Cerita Jimin Daddy

Even before… I had a little crush on Tito Damien. He was attractive. Strong. Charismatic. I always knew women swooned over him, even at his age. But I pushed it all away because I loved Justin more. I chose the son. But now… “Tell me. Why?” he asked again. I looked up and met his eyes. They were full of concern. “He cheated on me. With my best friend,” I said directly. His eyes widened for a second, then quickly darkened with concern again. “He did that? My son?”

His eyes caught one and he asked, “How about we play, ‘just dance’ together” Curtis looked at him with wide eyes. Uncle Adam never liked that game and said it was because he didn’t know how to dance and meeting his daddy for the first time, he didn’t look like a man who could dance either so the suggestion amazed the little boy and he asked, “Daddy, can you dance?” “Yeah, Daddy can dance very well,” Cooper was quick to respond since he danced with his father a lot during birthdays and even with kid games such as these.

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

This sun so wasn't her friend, it seemed to be striving hard to be a mortal enemy of hers these days. She was, however, relieved when they left the sun for the arrival lounge, even though she knew it was only temporary. "So, what now?" She turned towards Zanéh. Zanéh had unwrapped a new stick of pink gum and she stuffed it in her mouth. Then she stuck her hands in her jacket pockets and pouted in concentration. "Mommy said Daddy was going to be outside waiting for me, but I can't seem to find him," she finally said when her mouth wasn't full anymore.

“What is the reason?” “Chang Min is not my son.” Do Sejin reveals, “Eun Min Ah and I aren’t married. We faked our marriage because of some reasons. Now, she is married to the man who is Chang Min’s father. His name is Jung Kwang Soo. Do you know him?” Eun Soh Chun shakes his head. “He used to be an owner of the law firm, but he plans to start a business in another city after some time. Your sister will be happy with him. He is a good man.”

By the way, who's moving to Joo Ho's house? "The Kims are moving in from the Philippines. The father is Korean and works in Sansung. You know one of the biggest companies here in South Korea? I heard he was promoted to marketing something, so he decided to bring his daughter here. He told me his wife stayed in the Philippines with their son, so it's just him and Hana. I heard she enrolled in your school. Be nice to her, ok?" "Hana…" Beautiful name, Suho mused, "Of course, grandma," he grinned.

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

Yet the sound didn't die down. A grunt left Damian's lips as he pulled back, licking his lower lip in frustration. He forcefully pulled out his phone from his pants pocket. And damn—if my eyes weren't fixated on the bulge in his pants. How big is he? Would it even fit in me? Would I be able to handle it? "It's your Dad," Damian said, snapping me out of my trance. My heart skipped a beat. And guilt instantly crept in. My Dad was away while I was here having a pleasure-filled moment with his best friend.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

Hana felt her body heavy but she stayed strong and then she headed to her dad's room the faster she could, still oblivious to everyone in the hospital but her and her family. When she entered her dad's room, that was a doctor putting a sedative in the serum her dad was taking, which made her more worried. "Are you miss Woo Mira Cha or miss Woo Hana Lim?" She asked, noticing how she looked like Mr. Woo Hyeon-Jung. "I'm Woo Hana Lim. His youngest daughter. Are you his doctor? Is dad still in a bad state?" "I'm your dad and your mom's doctor, my name is Young Jihye-Mi. And to be honest, both your parents and your brother are in a bad state. Your brother is the most worrisome. But both the three