Kang Cheol Novels & Stories

Author's NOte: Ruthless Love- MIAN LEADS Taehyung Kensington ; Age 28 In the shadowed alleys of the city, where whispers of dread weave through the night air like sinister threads, there exists a figure feared even among the most hardened souls. Taehyung Kensington, a name that strikes terror into the hearts of those who dare utter it, is the ruthless orchestrator of a blood-thirsty mafia empire. With piercing eyes that betray no hint of compassion and a demeanor as cold as the steel of the weapons he wields with deadly precision, Taehyung is a man devoid of humanity, his conscience drowned in the murky depths of his own insatiable thirst for power and revenge.

It was him. I mean, just look at him. He sat beside me and placed his hand on my leg, shivers ran through my body. Thank God my leg was not exposed today. I stared at his hand and back at his face but he never cared, he just casually kept on talking. "This is Killian, Roy and Mysha." They all seemed so cheerful compared to Marco. Killian was almost Marco's height, dark hair, same brown eyes but a little darker than Marco's, same features on the face basically but Marco was more handsome. Killian is married and his wife is drop dead gorgeous. Roy on the other hand is just engaged to his girlfriend, Killian is taller than Roy tho but Marco was taller and better looking than them all.

But everyday, I detest myself cause of it. “I understand, Leo. Freya is family. She has always been. Max will never forgive you if anything should happen to his sister. It’s hard for you,” Anthony tapped hard on my shoulder. “Enough of the sobbing and regrets. Time to show you what I’ve prepared in my special chamber. It will lighten your mood. But first…” He pulled out a substance that looked like a wrapped candy and pointed it at me. “Eat this.” “What’s this?” Glaring hard at the strange thing.

“He just told me. She seems to have been sick already and the thing is, the bullet hit her liver. She needs a transplant urgently,” “I can donate…” “I will be the one to donate it, Dean.” Kai said, stopping me. “I owe to her, and you are a smoker, I won’t even mention your drinking habits. She needs the purest, and I have stopped them for a while now. But I can bet on everything that I have that you drink scotch more than you drink water throughout your day.” I froze, looking at the man and he smiled. He wrapped his arm around my neck before looking toward the door where I knew Arianna was being taken care of.

Instead, she just looked at the excitement of the other colleagues while shaking his head in surprise and moving to the workbench. Kang Hyomi’s her name. Monolid eyes and distinctive chubby cheeks and charismatic. She’s one of the reporters on K-tv, precisely in the Seoul News Entertainment section. She was a senior reporter. But his age is still fairly young. Hyomi is a hardworking girl, she does all her work with sincerity to make her parents proud. In fact, he abandoned everything that he felt was not important to him. She's dont have any interesting with kpop idol. “Hyomi! Lets’ have fun for a moment!” Invite Mira who is greeted by Hyomi's faint smile, “How's dull your life!”

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

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.

Su Yeon went towards them, “Dr. Bai! Good morning! Are you also here for celebration?” Dr. Bai smiled, “Very Good morning my child! Of course. I came here with my family. He is my elder son.” Su Yeon widened her eyes, “What?... Ohh I-I am sorry,” and bite her tongue. The young man laughed and said, “I am used to it, don’t worry. Hello, I am Lee Kang Min,” and bowed. Su Yeon bowed back, “Hello Mr. Lee, I am Yoon Su Yeon—” she stopped and looked at him carefully, “Wait, Lee Kang Min… Mr. Lee aren’t you the winner of ‘Best Young Entrepreneur’?”

K•E•L•S•I:::: I used all my will power to focus my attention on the teacher as i overheard soft mumurs from every corner. "Ah! There you are, can you please tell me and the class your name? He encouraged. "My name is Kelsi Itohan" I tried to be audible as I could. "I'm a new student here" my voice slightly shaking. He nodded "Welcome, Kelsi the teacher replied with a smile that soothe my feeling.

He's more fluent in Tagalog than me who spent all years of my life here. Mijo punched the Korean guy lightly on his shoulder. "You really know a lot of things. Hope all smart!" "Black? Your name's Black?" I asked. He smiled at me revealing his dimple and making his small eyes smaller. "My name here is Black Lim, but in Korea, it's Lim Geom-Eun." Oh. I nodded. "Oy, about that map Flute is talking about. Someone also gave you that?"