Jin Hobin Lookism Novels & Stories

"How can I help you today?" "We're looking to change our appearances just a bit." Jovie smiled. "We're...well known and would rather not be recognized. Nothing too drastic of course." "Let me go grab my book." "I don't think that man knows anything about subtlety, Jovie." Hobbs whispered. "Oh hush." "Wait, we all getting out hair dyed?" I asked. She nodded. "Except for Hobbs. And I already know what we're doing for you."

I prefer tall, dark, and handsome like Iwatani. Gab has a Korean-style look with a Western touch. His brown eyes are slightly slanted, his nose is sharp, and his lips are red. I think he has Filipino blood, but his foreign looks are more dominant. Like Iwatani, he looks more Japanese than Filipino. "Oh my gosh! Makino is such a witch," Lorreine exclaimed. "She's Gab's friend, so why isn't she the one asking if you two are in a relationship or not?" Her phone screen nearly shattered from how fast and forcefully she was typing. I wanted to know what was happening, but I didn't want to invade her privacy.

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

Honestly, it sounded like Taehyung, I glanced at him and he smiled genuinely, which made me re-consider my doubts. "We're not? I mean it's not something to be afraid of. It's in the dark that you can see the stars right?" Hobi said in the hope to cheer me up, as he always does. He's a person with a bright personality, it's impossible to feel down when you're with him.

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.

I heard Hinn’s voice and turned sharply to see him on the driver’s seat staring at me. “Huh!” I did not notice when he came in. Hinn smiled when he looked down at my hands. “You must be amazed at my show, you can’t stop watching it and you think I look cool right?” He glanced at me. “Oh…” I was still watching the video of him performing, but he didn’t know I was staring at Robin and not him. “Yes, you are cool and good.” I stopped the video, tucking my phone back in my purse. “Did you get it?” I asked to distract him.

Bob whistled, making the two laugh. "Do I look good?" Jin asked, clearly excited but a bit nervous. He's wearing a white suit that highlighted his broad shoulders and amazing physique. The color made him look innocent and pure, matching his handsome face. "Bitch! Good is an understatement! I bet Christain would want to bang you the moment he sees you!" Bob blurted out in a not so quiet way that had Jin blushing in embarrassment. The stylists laughed at Bob's remarks, making Jin's ears redden even more.

He was staring at me with an intensity that bordered on accusation, like he already had all the answers and was just waiting for me to confirm them. I took a breath, trying to steady myself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice a little too sharp for my liking, but I couldn’t help it. It was all I could do to keep myself from falling apart. Jiro’s eyes narrowed, his gaze never leaving mine. There was no mistaking the way he was watching me. “The child,” he said, his voice edged with something darker. “Hibiki. He looks like me. He smells like me.”