Ki-woo Novels & Stories

I wanted a cola cause I haven't had one in years so I decided I would have one. I watched as my waitress went outside after her shift to possibly either get in her car or whatever she was doing. I secretly followed her. I saw that she was all alone in the alley by the dumpster. I then knocked her out and put her in my car and drove off. I made it up into the woods to a cabin that wasn't far from the castle I had live in for decades. My waitress I saw her name was Suzy. I took her inside my cabin and tied her to the table all four limbs were out. I would cut her up bit by bit and eat her while she was still alive. But I wanted to keep her breathing long enough befre then. So I just left her

Kevin waved his sword and hit it on the ground, causing a blue light to activate and sending blasts of air waves which shoved Kyle off his feet brutally. The guns fell from Kyle's hands and landed at the feet of the Tifex. Aiden used his smallest finger to send ice spiralling towards Kyle, freezing him in that position. Guards hurriedly carried Kyle away. They were going to take him to anger management class. But first to a rehabilitation home. The one hero league established. Hero-Z Uplin. Yeah. Funny name. Kevin stood straight and rolled his eyes. 'Kids of these days are dumb, honestly. When I was their age I remember--'

“My goodness... Fujiwara Ken?” Her mouth dropped wide open at the absurd situation. “Miss Gyeong-shin, this is incredible. Almost no one in Korea knows my real name. Nice to meet you, and thank you for not forgetting me. I’m Seo Jeong-woo. It’s been a long time.” The handsome third-generation Korean-Japanese chaebol she had desperately harbored an unrequited crush on in her second past life. Why on earth had that man appeared in front of the present-life Gyeong-shin at this exact timing?

KOREAN VERSION Beautiful Yeah, beautiful girl geunyeoneun naege jonggyo, so I can call you she-sus niga namchini eobtneungeol mirwo bwasseulddae mame dureun cheolbyeok nagateun pyeongbeomnameun niga mandeun gijune gyeolgyeok so sseotji chinguran gamyeon niyeopeseo nae bonsimeul sumgyeogamyeo pyeonghan saiui beobjuro seullaiding dabdabhame maeilbwa ibure nallineun high kick Damn neon maeil nal yuhokhaeni ni pyojeongdeul hanahana ddaeme nan jajereul mothae bogoitjani meoriga bing bing Pool full of beauty and I dive in it Girl I'm so K.O sunsikgane nareul jeomnyeonghan napulleong

Wonwoo is not a part of HongYongChoi organisation, but because he's friend with Seungcheol and his father is friends with Joshua's father, the Gishi restaurant serves as the main foundation of information for the group. "Hmmm, well, maybe there will be a time that our governor's secret will be useful in the future," he said before writing down on his holy notes. Suddenly his phone rang. He looked at the screen, and after seeing Reporter Woozi's name on it, a bright grin drew on his lips. "Finally. I'll have someone I can play with." He picked up the phone and answer in monotonous tone, trying to hide his own excitement. "Hello Reporter Cutie hoonie," he teased.

] My AI greeted me. "Good evening, Cho," I responded. [Please take your shoes off and come in.] "Thank you." As expected, Minseok followed my lead, leaving his shoes in the shoe cubbies. My AI, named C.H.O. - Cognitive Household Organizer, was a holographic lady. She bore a striking resemblance to a young Korean woman, her long black hair neatly tied in a ponytail and adorned with bangs. Her name came from her ability to mimic human speech, which she did flawlessly. The majority of people found it creepy, but Minseok didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, he seemed fascinated by her.

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.

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

I smile when I see Everly sitting in one of the chairs, watching Gio cook. “Welcome home, boss,” Gio says. “Gio, I am not your boss, so just call me Kaden. Whatever you are cooking smells delicious.” I tell him. “Hey, handsome, how was work?” Everlyasks. “It was a good day, little sprite. I am glad to see the two of you getting along.” I comment.

Caterina “So Kai’s position is called a Pakhan, and Konstantin is his Brigadier or second in command?” I asked Viktor, who was currently busy explaining how the hierarchy worked in the Bratva. He nods. “Yes, you’re getting the hang of it. We don’t work according to the entire structure since we’re werewolves, and Kai basically runs legitimate businesses. He refuses to touch drugs, which is something a normal mafia boss would be itching to get their hands into.” He explains as we sit in the powder room area that overlooks Central Park.