Ki-woo Novels & Stories

Especially those that cannot be returned. — Rosvo, for example? “For example, yes,” Keith replies sharply. "Journalist" makes a note in his notebook. One more question like that and she starts to lose her temper. Rumor has it that you have a new hobby. Some umm... Hank. Not devoid of talents and charm, a young man from a good family, the devils dance ragga in his pupils. “Gossip, I assure you. Nothing more,” she denies, smiling slyly.

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

I yelled out my lungs this time, who doesn't know the third richest family in Korea “You….you…you ….” I pointed shaky hands at him and he nodded “Hmmm, that's me the heir to Kuwaiti Group, my name was never Edwardo my real name is Ji-hoon Kuwaiti “How long have I been unconscious?” I said still cannot believe what I heard “Three months” “And our baby?” “I'm sorry armor, but it's gone” “Hmmm,” I nodded, “So you were never poor?” I asked, laughing at how stupid I was not to notice that my smart husband was Korean all those years I lived with him, married for two years, and never found out.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

The man is really good at camouflage. "That's right, how did you know? I haven't even moved to this campus long," he said with a small chuckle. Enthusiastically, she replied, "Everyone's talking about you! Oh, oh. I'm Koo Ha Ri." She stretched out one hand. "You seem to be quite familiar with my friend, Clara." "I'm Lee Hyun Woo," he kindly accepted the outstretched hand. "Yeah, I've known Clara long enough. Longer than you've known her, of course."

(*Hoobae - younger colleague in school/work. **Soju - korean alcohol, similar to vodka.) - Officer Kim. It's so nice to see you, sunbae-nim.- Soo Min smiled brightly as he came closer. They hugged each other slightly, then she used hands to point on her partner standing nearby.- This is Jung Hyun Woo, the new detective I told you about, officer Kim.- she introduced him. - Hello, sunbae-nim.- Hyun Woo said with due respect and even saluted, making officer Kim laugh slightly.

How was it possible to miss someone who’s right in front of you? I nodded, maybe after three seconds of getting flustered. He extended his hand to me. “I’m Kieran Wu.” He introduced himself to me as if this is the first time I saw him. Of course I know him. Kieran Wu. Twenty four years old. Born in Guangzhou, Guangdong, China. Grew up in Canada. Went to Korea for college studies. Studied college at Sungkyungkwan University School of Arts Major in Design. Worked as a Cartoonist for a year at VN Comics. Hates chicken. Loves noodles. Loves caps and jackets. Loves to play basket-

“ If you were my wife, I’d never let you out the house!” The inside of the room where the party was being kept was lively. Neon lights bouncing off the walls and all all the latest music was blasting through the surround sound. Hey mama, you look yummy. As she walked in a circle around Capri, Ki was praising her friend. “Let’s get you a drink so you can get loose!” Ki… “One of anything fruity that creeps up on you later, she needs it!” Capri…. “I’m not a drinker if it has a heavy alcohol taste I can’t stomach it!”

I said, then put my phone back in my pocket after getting some photos of Keith's echoes. "I'm Kiyowo or not, Ca?" asked Keith who made me laugh more amused. Just so you know, kiyowo is derived from the Korean word, and right now Keith seems to be squealing at me because I always say praise my idol with the word kiyowo. "No!" I said, Keith advancing his lower lip back into a cute fight. "Keith!!!" my scream now managed to catch Keith's arm trying to escape from me. "If you run away I'll be angry with you, I swear!" threatened me, Keith instantly pausing to turn his back on me.

Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis. "If you're interested," she gives me a look that conveys- and who wouldn't be, "there's a website solely devoted to all things Roan King. And there are some seriously hot pics of him up there to drool over." Now that my Roan-King-haze has finally started to dissipate and my hormone levels are once again evening out, my brows snap together in total disbelief. "Are you telling me this guy created a website so he can promote himself?" Oh, that's going too far even for a gorgeous football playing god like him. I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts.