Jung Sungchan Novels & Stories

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

I love the security these sunglasses give me. I step on as soon as the elevator doors open, and he joins me, standing to my right. If anyone can understand my struggle, it's Leander. Being sixteen when father died, I couldn't legally run the syndicate. I was decidedly barely legal at eighteen, but it was more acceptable then. So between sixteen and eighteen, Leander stood by my side and made the final executive decisions with my expressed approval only. No one was allowed to tell him what to do except for me because, well, it was my syndicate and he was my Murphy.

Sivana applied what she had learned to pop out a tiny little flame on her fingers and started dancing so Lai sighed and put his hand on his head in disappointment. Baekhyun lit a torch a little bigger than Sivana's and they hugged each other and giggled dramatically, everyone rolling their eyes at them. Chen managed to ignite his hand to applaud Lai, because he was attentive in the lesson. Sehun also made a big torch. Well done Sehun, Jung In your turn. Jongin steps forward with overconfidence, and Damontry smiles sarcastically as she knows what he's going to do. He also managed to make a large torch size with both hands for all of them to clap, that flame began to increase and inflate to cl

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

“You do… Look again.” The man turned snd smiled. Chaewon staggered back. “No. That’s not possible.” Jian moved swiftly, catching her elbow. “Who is it?” he demanded. Chaewon’s eyes were wide, unblinking. “My uncle.” “Your father’s brother?” Jian asked. “I thought he died during the Baek Holdings collapse.” Han nodded grimly. “That’s what everyone thought. But Dojin Kim didn’t die. He vanished. Changed his identity. We believe he’s the one who mentored Moon Hwan. He was never Moon’s subordinate—he was his creator.”

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

he announced feeling happy Chairman Kim is my dad's friend. They work in the company together. He's the Assistant Manager of the company while dad was the owner and CEO. His name is actually Kim Seo Yung. he's half Korean and half Philippine. He lost his Only son some years back and has since hasn't left the country. "Aren't you coming back home" dad asked jolting me from my thoughts. "I can't stay in the same house with Tasha I'm sorry" I said and he suddenly felt sad.

Taking a sip of spicy wine to his throat, he exhaled wearily. A stream of heat was blown into his ear causing him to turn around, his fists clenched tightly by the other's. The person in front of him was the son of a rich tycoon, named Jang DeungKwa. He grinned mockingly, raising his voice: "Why is it so easy to get angry, I just want to say hello to the old man Hong."

Her mother’s nose? Would she ever get the chance to find out? Later that night, when the house had quieted and Jina had drifted into exhausted sleep, Serena stayed by her bedside. She watched her brother hold his son in the chair beside the fire, whispering something Serena couldn’t hear. He looked completely undone. Entirely transformed. Jina stirred, then looked at Serena. Her face was pale but peaceful. “It hurts,” she whispered, “but it’s all worth it.” Serena smiled faintly. “You’re so brave.”