Jin Tae-jin Novels & Stories

He looked way too handsome and young for his age, sixty. Given that he had clearly abused himself with different vices all through his entire adult life, K could only think that their family had really blessed genes. It was pretty evident, though. Jesse was handsome, his late mother and sister were both incredibly pretty. And then there was his one-heck-of-a-stunner dad who highly resembled Joaquin Phoenix, except that Joel's eyes were a deep, dark brown instead of green. His complexion was a little darker than that of Jesse's, though, and stands a little taller than him. Which made him all the more exotic. Now it made sense total sense to K - why Joel had been such a womanizer. He might hav

She is always busy in her complicated relationship with her boyfriend as he is from a poor background. Kim Jin, most handsome guy in the group and school. He is handsome, rich, has a good physique and shy nature, like perfect boyfriend material. He is also from a rich background and pursuing Software Engineering to run his father's company. He and Gong Zhen used to be quiet in front of girls during school days because of their shy attitude.

All these multiple questions flashed through my mind but the most concrete one of them all bugged me most. Who is J.T?

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”

‘Thank you’ She said almost inaudibly as she wipes her face. The young man’s name is Kang sehun. A Korean from an aristocratic elite family of teachers. He had at a young age of 23 gotten his degree and teaching license and it was all due to his hard work and not family’s influence,many are still surprised by his achievements and various talents.

His knuckles were red, his shirt half untucked, his eyes burning with untamed energy. Lee Seojun. Age: 15. Troublemaker. Fighter. The kind of boy Taeyang Technical High both respected and feared. Seojun exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders as if ten-on-one was just warm-up. “Is that it?” he muttered, scanning the fallen Daehan students. One of them, bruised but still conscious, spat blood onto the ground. “D-Don’t think this is over yet… our leader will beat your ass, Lee Seojun!”

His face was brighter with a nice smile that was continuously shaped on his lips. Qeiza paid all her attention to the man who’s walking beside her through the glance of the corners of her eyes. The man was wearing a casual outfit, a pair of gray trousers and white shirt made of a soft fabric. He folded his long sleeves to the elbows, exposing his muscular muscles. Qeiza had never expected that she would be that lucky. Having a brother named Dae Hyun. Dae Hyun’s good-looking face always reminded her of a Korean famous actor, Park Bo Gum.

Piao Xiuyuan added fuel to the fire and spread the news to the people in front of him. Seeing that all three of them had arrived, Piao Xiuyuan immediately became energetic and took them to the stage to face Yang Xiao. "These three people are our Korea, the genius painting genius, Li Zhenxi. Jin Zaiyun, the God of Ancient Taekwondo, is the disciple of Senior Jin Zaiyun. He will not let you go. He will definitely avenge his disciple." "The other one is Korea's Go Imperial Emperor, Shen Tianmin. The three of them are enough to deal with you."

The sky blue satin number I was wearing was his idea, it complimented my eyes well, but his motivation no doubt had something to do with the way the dress hugged every dip and curve my athletic body harboured. Adrian walked out of the front door and I followed behind, clutching my purse in one hand and holding his in the other. As we walked I took in what he was wearing for his 21st birthday bash. Black jeans which hugged his long lean legs, paired with pointed boots and a tan polo shirt which appeared a size too small, which he no doubt did on purpose. Adrian was boyishly good looking, with lightly tanned skin, dirty blonde hair and a square jaw that didn’t have any chisel to it yet. He was

"Do you, perhaps, knows a man who's single, a genius, good-looking, doesn't like playing games, is self-centered, loves his family, and is straight?" "I know a guy who's just like that. My cousin. Why?" "Can you give me his name, age and tell me what does he do? Then I'll help you with aunt Mira all you want." [Was this his goal all the time?] It was. "Park Kaden Lee. He's some months older than your mom, probably. And he's the CEO of the Park Group. Could you tell me why you wanna know this?" Tae-Tae nodded after pondering for some time.