Joon Yeong Novels & Stories

Leon Soo-Yun was a 23-year-old female. Her personality was unlike any other. She was a sweet, gentle, and sensitive young lady who valued herself and her self-esteem above all else. Her parents never cursed her. She was a sweet and shy person. Jang Jun-Sang was a CEO twenty-five years old. He had a cold demeanour. Jang had no faith in love. Jun-Sang believed that he could buy love with money. He valued his work above all else. Jun-Sang is obsessed with perfection. He disliked people who were clumsy.

I'm not surprised anymore. "Oh you two are here!" An old man with his elegant black suit that was fitted perfectly along with a long trench coat, greeted. His chunky eyewear added at least two points to his outfit. Under the clear glasses, I could see resemblance of Jeonghan's eyes. He is Kloper Yoon, HongYoonChoi's second leader and Jeonghan's father.

Joon looked up again from his paper and said, "Well then I guess I'm wrong." "You hear that Fleur, he says that he's wrong. He never admits he's wrong. It's a miracle!" Joon shook his head and read further. "What about you sweetie? What's your favorite song?" For this question, I had to think a bit. I liked a lot of songs from many different genres. After a period of silence, where I even saw Joon's side glancing at me, I spoke up. "I think my favorite song is Euphoria by Jungkook of BTS."

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Jeong Hyeo-ri or Park So-hee couldn't help but admire Gwon Dae-hyun's skill in taekwondo. Even the gay Namhyun couldn't stop applauding as he watched every move of the man. His eyes nearly popped out as he stared at Gwon Dae-hyun's handsome and muscular body, especially as it glistened with sweat and his taekwondo outfit accentuated his chest. Namhyun stared at his muscular biceps, then his gaze shifted to the lower part of the man's body. Jeong Hyeo-ri suddenly shook her head at her friend's actions and couldn't help but nudge him to the side.

I made it clear. Relaxingly, Violet nodded slowly. "Yeah, Song Joongki is married, and it breaks me. It hurts every time I remember it!" Violet exclaimed, then bit her lip to hold back her tears. I held my forehead, massaging it gently, because somehow my head hurt so much. Song Joong-ki is a Korean artist, right? Yeah, he's reportedly married to a fellow artist. But Isn't it too much to be upset because of her idol? "Violet, have you ever been hit by someone?" I asked slowly.

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.

‘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.

" mumbled Ki Young, as he pulled his hand from Dae Jun’s collar and pulled his other hand harshly from Hyang's. "Do you feel safe because you have a member of the Yakuza family at your back?" asked Ki Young to Hyang, mentioning Joon Woo, who stood beside Hyang. "Chh... I don’t know where your yakuza pride is that makes you want to stand behind a girl, "mocking Ki Young to Joon Woo, then turn around to leave them." Ki Young’s friend is also following him behind. Joon Woo just smirked at listening to his words. He wanted to step up and really wanted to punch him now, but Hyang just stopped Joon Woo by holding his arm.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.