Novel & Cerita Ki-woo

Older than the gods themselves… Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone onto the blanket and pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes. “Well, that was about as comforting as a Disney villain monologue,” Koa’s voice slid through her mind, dry as ever. “At least he didn’t end the call with thunder and lightning.” Cheyenne gave a humorless laugh. “Might as well have. He hung up with all the finesse of Scar letting go of Mufasa’s paw.”

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes

"What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life? "Don't say it like that, Dad," she scowls slightly. "I believe in my heart that you will walk someday again. "Okay, I won't say it like that. "Anyway, your underworld friend? You never told me that you have this kinds of friends. Dong-hyun shook his head playfully, smiling. "Little Dea, there are so many things that you don't know about me yet," he lowered his voice, showing her the card. "My this old friend, his name is Shi-woo. His family had been running their Mafia business for half a century and now his son is the leader," Dong-hyun whispered the sentence. "Don't tell anyone, okay? He likes to

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

she tells him. Finally, they seem to notice me, his mother’s head turning to face me. Kael seems to relax, as I interrupt their heated conversation. I watch as his mother stands. Kara, I believe her name is, if my memory serves me correctly. “Oh, mother. This is Jada, my mate,” Kael says softly. Kara smiles. Even in her age, she looks stunning, so much more beautiful than I ever imagined. She reaches up, grabbing my face within her hands. “Welcome to the family,” she murmurs.

It was here that she sought to gather vital information about her mission. Her name was Jeong Hyeo-ri, known as Park So-hee, an undercover agent with exceptional martial arts skills, working in the Private Investigative Unit in Yongsan-gu, Seoul, South Korea. To the outside world, she appeared strong and resilient, but deep within, she carried the weight of a shattered soul.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Min-a teased, pointing at the red lipstick stain on the side of his cheek. Inn Woo wiped his cheeks with his hand quickly before grinning like a maniac. He came closer to whisper in Min-a’s ears. “She’s down for you, don’t fuck it up.” He pointed behind him to a tall slender girl in high boots and a short silver gown that barely reached her knees. Inn Woo punched Min-a’s arm like he was expecting him to abandon the girl in front of him for the new one. “Oh, I want you to meet Mr. Kwan Seung-ho, he is my older cousin.” He introduced.

Next, I arranged my bedroom, kitchen, living room and bathroom to ain't my style, and they didn't contain much, just my essentials. I collapsed on my bed when I was done for that day and took out my phone to scroll. That was when I remembered the number Kira, my agent, had given me to call. Kim galleries. I dialed the number without thinking and waited for the receiver to pick up. She did. "Hello, this is Kimberly Lesley. How many I help you?" "Uhm, I... Kira Anderson gave me your number to call" "Uhn, Kira Anderson?" she looked through some papers as I heard on the line, and she replied, "oh yes, Kira Anderson, you must be Park Woojin, right?"

"Welcome to Silverio Stones, Kairo," said a man who looks like any Korean idol with his prominent Asian feature and two blocks with bangs hairstyle, even his black turtle neck and gray trousers plus a dainty Christian Dior chains scream nothing but kpop idol culture. His set of deep dimples made him the charming and cute type of handsome rather than the sexually appealing type of handsome.