Kang Tae Moo Novels & Stories

[Nero Orantri Occupation: President of Noxus Corporation Mission: Find and Assassinate Nero Orantri Reward: 5,000 IW Tokens] Nero Orantri a former IW Assassin Rank One. He is rank one for nine years. Expert in 42 different languages, an expert in combat. He earned the nickname Master Tactician. He wants to start a war by forming an alliance with our enemies. I've been in this job for three years. While I'm hunting the person that marks himself as the genius at this line of work.

M&M’s for Breakfast ~ Naika End Game ~ Cat Burns Shane’s words were on repeat as he drove into me. We were slick with sweat, his smoky scent on me like a second layer of skin as I held on, needy for everything he had to give me. He cursed as I clenched around him. Pleasure danced through me as I twitched around his still-throbbing cock.

I know but I just wanted us to have privacy". he pouted. And to he looked cute would be an understatement. How can he look cute and handsome at the same time. The waiter came back with the menus and we placed our order. "I'll have the braised beef noodles and sticky rice dumplings". I said the waiter writing down my order. " What can I get for you sir"?. he asked looking at Alex for a moment. " I'll have the same but with the Scallion pancakes and a bottle of champagne".

They all nodded and headed inside the venue. ~ "Oh Syanja, how are you my child?" Mr. Kang smiled and shared a hug. Syanja felt a bit awkward but she managed to act professional. "Is she your daughter?" She smiled at nodded. "Mr. Kang, Vim Tae-Ji." Syanja introduced Tae-Ji and she bowed at him in respect. "It's an honor meeting you Tae-Ji." He said smiling brightly. Tae-Ji looked up at Syanja and gave her an innocent smile making Syanja laugh. ", Excuse me." Mr. Kang said and left from there.

" No need to provide financially. We have enough. Just give me your contact. When he wakes up, I will give you a call immediately " " Oh " Alessio breath. " Thank you so much Ma'am. So, so much " " Can I ask, what his name is? " " Of course. He is Maximo Santino "

she addressed herself. Gail snorted. "Moving on, his pack is called Hana, which is Korean for one. Dae-Hyun is a king because he's rich, good looking, gosh it always gets old the third time around, and because he is a brute you do not want to mess with. He's physically and verbally very able to wound you, and out of all three kings, he's most known and more likely to make knuckle to skin contact. If you're thinking he just some chop-slop, think again because the guys has a black belt in judo, taekwondo, and a ten other type of martial arts known to man, or something. To top that, his father, who's Lee Tan of Lee Inc., is partners with Ashwood International so he basically functions as if he

“I wish you could too babe. I promise to bring as many souvenirs as I can when I’m back. And video calls too. It’ll be like you’re there with me too if we’re always on Facetime. “ “You had better! And don’t forget to try all the delicious food too. Bulgogi, Bibimbap, Kimchi, Korean beef and Soju.” Both their mouths watered as Irene listed all the yummy dishes TJ had to try. “Oh and don’t forget to visit a noraebang!” “Noraebang?” TJ asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. Irene laughed at her bewildered face “A karaoke room dummy. You have to go belt out your favourite K-pop songs! It’s a must!”

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

I had no idea what was drawn but on my… it was so hot. He wore a white T-shirt with its buttons stopped working right above his belly. He tucked in his shirt in neatly tailored suit pants. He had no belt on but it rested firmly around his waist. One of his hands was in his pocket, while the other was out, showcasing the expensive-looking rings he had around his fingers. He had other accessories like earrings, bracelets, and a necklace that had his name ‘KILHAN’ written boldly on it. His formal shoes were sparkling under the club lights. Without a doubt, he was a god.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.