Kim Dojka Novels & Stories

The realization shattered what little pride she had left. --- At the Kim Family residence, Chairman Kim looked ten years older. The company's losses were growing daily. Projects were collapsing. Investors were withdrawing. The mysterious force attacking them showed no intention of stopping. Then a photograph landed on his desk. At first glance, it appeared ordinary. A man and a woman standing together. The moment he recognized the man, cold sweat immediately soaked his back. Zeke Fredamo. Chairman Kim's hands trembled. His breathing became unstable. The answer he had desperately searched for finally appeared.

One that probably got him into a lot of beds. Great. Just what I needed tonight. A gigolo. “What do you want?” “I'm Leo. You look like you've had a rough day. I'm a good listener if you would like to share” I scoffed. “I don't need company. Especially not from you. Get lost” His grin spread wider and he said. “Alright” However, he did not move. My fingers traced the rim of my empty glass. The tequila wasn't doing its job to numb the pain.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

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.

I ask, trying not to gasp or squeal. He shakes his head. “No, come on! Not thousands, just a hundred thousand.” Although I don’t refuse to let him take my hand, I want to scold him and how he keeps giving me flashy things. I’m about to say something when I see the K&W SIC engraved on each of the diamond. I look up and my eyes are glassy as I stare at him. He’s made something special for our ‘Smile it’s Christmas’ movement and I love it.

(MC Jea) The only person that was fast to react was The main MC, known as MC Jea, a charming and funny middle-aged man. He has been an MC for many shows, naturally, he has seen so many incidents before, but this is his first time to see someone who’s brazen like Kyu Dong Woo before his eyes.

A voice asked as I raised my head to see who it was. A tall, lean blond man with dark blue eyes and pointed nose sat on the stool before me. "Okay let me introduce myself. I'm Jeffery Willard, and you are?" Talking to this stranger won't cause me any harm right? "I'm Giordana Forbes, nice to meet you," I replied, matching his smile. "Beautiful name for a beautiful young lady." "Thank you." He started a conversation with me, asking me random questions and other things. I found out that he was also a doctor.

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

I held my breath and looked at the spoon that was so close to my nose. I gulped as I looked at the person pointing the spoon at me. I was a chubby man, with a handlerbar mustache and a chief cap on. He kinda remains me of the fake Italian chief from a K-drama movie i watched a couple of months ago.. What was it again? Ah, Yes, Vincenzo. Shaking my head at that thought, I watch the man being down the spoon and drop it on the counter. "What were you trying to do?" He asked, folding his hand and I cleared my throat to answer but he cut me off "That," He said pointing to the soup on the pot, "is for the Alphas"

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”