Kang Yeosang Novels & Stories

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.

Nerd said. "That is Yang Dae-Su." he pointed to the young man who'd flexed; "That is Taeyang Cass, he refuses to go by his real name, so we are forced to call him Cass," he pointed to the boy in the black suit and full of arrogance. "That is Antonio Lucas Jeremiah Lebel. His Korean name is Lebel Jun-Seo but he insists we call him Jeremy." The nerd pointed to the blond drummer who gave a bright smile. "That is Rhee Min-Jun," the boy in complete white gave a soft nod. "The one presently knocked out would be Kyung Jiho, and I am Duskin Nighting."

They didn't want to stress him out even more. ^^^ "Journalist Hyomi Kang." Click! - Hyomi Kang is the pride of KTV - Hyomi Kang, journalist who won a gold medal at the Public Speaking Contest in Edinburgh 2016 - Hyomi Kang, journalist with a myriad of achievements - Young journalist who masters 5 languages. Hyomi Kang "Shit! Insane!" Jun chirps releasing the candy stuck in his mouth. His eyes widened at his laptop. He gasped, not playing with all the articles that talked about the greatness of that woman. As if without gaps. What Jun knows, he is a curt and arrogant journalist.

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.

My eyes snapped to him, and he immediately fell silent, sinking back into his seat and swallowing nervously as I smiled and asked, “Tell me something, Adam. Do you know a man called Min-Jae, the CEO of Haesong Group?” He looked stunned, but eventually nodded. “Of course. He’s one of the richest men in Korea.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “You could say he comes from a family as powerful as the Voss. Why? Did something happen?” he asked, hissing as he touched his forehead in pain. “I see.” I chuckled and glanced once more at the message my little rose had sent, before sending a message to Liam with just a few words,

My mom and I have a set diet plan where I eat properly on alternate days and the other days I would just eat fruits. Yes, it is more horrible than it sounds. I am actually used to the headaches. “Nope, I can’t eat today. Anyways, I have something else to talk to you about.” I say as I drag out my words suggestively, making him switch off the stove and focus all of his attention on me like he knew I was up to something. Okay, now I am nervous. “You remember the model, Kylie? Pretty girl with-“ “Yep, we talked for a few minutes. She was trying to find her phone, turned out to be in her pocket the whole time. Weird.” He told me, almost making me shake my head.

After taking a look at May Lee, Harvey York then gestured to the front desk lady to leave. “Talk. You better tell me something that I like to hear. If not, you won’t have to leave South Light anymore.” Harvey took a look at the Rolex watch on his wrist. There was less than two hours of time that he gave Star Chaebol. May took a deep breath with no intention to spout nonsense. She quietly exclaimed, “Prince York, my name is May Lee, one of the successors of Star Chaebol. The man that offended you, Peter Lee, was just a collateral relative.”

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 am not going to kill Dean, but I am going to make him believe that I have lost it. I know that it is going to be hard for him to accept, and I don’t know how I would ever be able to look Mama Sofia in the eye. But keep reminding her that I truly do love her a lot.” “Your union with your family will be very soon, Kai.” Yaroslav said, smiling at me before wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me in for a hug. “And I know that when you see Sofia again, you would be able to tell her everything that happened. We all will.” The two of us pulled away and I smiled before nodding. “Your blood is mine,” he said, and I smiled. “And your pain is mine,” I said, completing the verse.

I said as I fought a smile. “You give them everything and this is how they treat you,” Gabe sighed. “I’ll get started on your mythical. I’m Adea. What can I get you?” I asked his friend. “I heard. I’m Leo. I’ll take what Gabriel’s having,” he said. He wore a white baseball cap flipped back, his blonde hair was shaved short, but long in the front. He was handsome, his light brown eyes stared at me with interest and a hint of jealousy. As if there was anything to be jealous about between me and Gabe.