Jin Yong Novels & Stories

"Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate." "Things which you could read in any newspaper," Joonjae scoffed. Yoseob, who was trying to maintain a distance between him and the carnivorous woman in front of him, knew that Joonjae was only pretending to be indifferent. His boss was gauging the woman or to be more specific, what was inside the woman.

She wasn’t going to fall for his ploys any longer and she was going to enjoy her life the best she could. The news about Minho and his humiliating defeat spread like wildfire. It spread so far that it reached Yuna’s cousin’s house; Kim, Haemi. She was Yuna’s cousin from her father’s side. General Junho had 2 brothers and their names were Namjun and Dongwoo. Junho was the oldest out of the three. Namjun was the second oldest son and the current right Prime Minister. Dongwoo was the youngest and he was also Haemi’s father.

Prince Yin Wenyan puffs a laugh and said to the other, "Let me guess the author's pseudonym. It's Lan Xiu, am I wrong?" Just by hearing the characters' names, Prince Yin Wenyan immediately knows who's the person behind this 'interesting and strange' novel. His sister really is something in terms of naming. It's just an upgraded version of 'Friend A', 'Girl B', 'Boy C', etc. In all honesty, Yin Wenyan is torn between face palming and feeling relief. He isn't sure anymore if he should be thankful that Xu Zhengming is dumb in some ways.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Yu Meng could feel her legs soften, even though there were many students in the classroom and he couldn't possibly do anything illegal or bad in board day light, but she couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't dare to do anything though. Xue Yun also felt a bit pressured, so it quickly searched for any information on this so-called Mr. Chang, "Uh…he is sort-of a hidden character, but not really. His full name is Chang Sinan, a typical yandere supporting male lead. He is the eldest young master of the Chang family, monopolizing the whole food and fashion industries in their hands.

Everyone's eyes hated Yao Tie here and there and started talking behind his back Well Yao Tae didn't care about them . . The competition started quickly as it is a small competition in the middle Yao Tie was very annoyed hearing these kids talking In his past life, Yao Tai was a famous writer of novels in and outside Jimmy Mountain Southern Sect Master's name was known everywhere One hundred people registered, Yao Tie was the last of them due to his family's weak position

He couldn't help reaching out to pull the corner of his clothes, as if he wanted to drag him down and kneel. However! No matter how hard he tried, Lin Ye was like a statue, not moving at all. This middle-aged man was Grand Prince Gong of the Heaven-fighting Empire. His name was Lin Yong. Lin Yong was not an orthodox member of the royal family, but he could sit in this position and be conferred the title of Grand Prince by the current emperor. His cultivation was not bad, and he had already reached the sixth level of the Will.

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.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

“He fell in love. Or, rather, he believed he did. Her name was Yuna. Yuna Kim. A rising star in the Seoul art scene. Beautiful, talented, and from an… acceptable family. It was a perfect match, or so everyone thought. The golden boy and his dazzling muse. He was utterly besotted. He followed her to gallery openings and funded her exhibitions. He was planning to propose.” He paused, letting the image sink in. A Jin in love. A Jin planning a future. It was so alien, so incongruous with the man who’d drafted a contract for a fake girlfriend, that it felt like a story about a stranger. “And?” I prompted, my voice barely a whisper.