Kim Dojka Novels & Stories

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

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"Dakho is an unusual name, wouldn't you say? I looked it up. It seems it is Korean." Klempner raises eyes heavenward, lets out an exasperated gasp. "Yes, Dakho is Korean." Stanton, with the look of having found the fourth ace, "South Korea I assume?" "No... The other one." "North Korea?" Stanton's eyes widen. "Dakho is from North Korea?" "Yes." Klempner sweeps the room with his gaze. "The man saved my life. What do you think would happen to him if he were caught?"

Koji asked. “It’s possible.” Kartika said. “Doki-Doki users without Jowa exist because they asked other users to plant their Iru to their hearts. They may choose what kind of power they desire, but sometimes it goes wrong just like Kiki, the rhino-shrimp-hybrid.” Kartika explained. “It means, I just have to kill them, right? Wait, Didn’t Taye have Jowa, right? Why was he counted as a pink ranked member?” Alfi asked.

It was clear they had been anticipating his arrival with a mix of curiosity and nerves. After all, word had spread that the new MaC Group CEO was fond of partying, indulgence, and a fast-paced lifestyle. Sure, he got things done—but wasn’t that typical of an heir born into luxury? Every time Joshua Miller visited Korea, it was rumored he made a beeline for nightclubs and changed companions like outfits. Unlike his older brother, who was known for being cold, calculated, and rarely seen at any social event. “I’m Park Dojin, manager of the Busan branch,” the man introduced himself with a respectful smile. “We’re honored to have you here with us, sir.”

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

I continued to sit and observe long after I finished my coffee, which lived up to Dorothy’s hype by the way, and was just about to get up to leave when a guy, probably around my age, approached my table. “Hi.” He said, flashing me a set of dazzling white teeth as he gripped the back of the chair directly across from me. “Hello back” I said, almost like a question. “I’m sorry, I noticed you walking through town today, I work at the mechanics across the road.” He said smoothly, as he pointed to the workshop directly across from us “I just got off work and saw you still here, I had to come and introduce myself because there is never anyone new in town, especially anyone my age. I’m Jake” he hel

My English failed me when I felt in any way upset or bothered. "Did you know she's 30K deep in student debt and you're just going to let her struggle? Shame on you, Domo." He sighed and sat down alongside me. I didn't bother asking how or why the fuck he knew that in the first place. "I was going to- you know what, never mind. It's far too dangerous. She's not trained." I argued giving him a pointed look but Yurik was as stubborn as an ox once he set his mind on something.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

Kim spoke for the first time intervening us. “B-but I don’t know anything about it. I have never done any work of home!” I retreated logically. “My wife was same. Now she takes cares of whole house. You will learn too.” Mr. Kim said assuringly but all I wanted to do was kill him! I huffed and sat sat pouting in annoyance. “Fifth, no boyfriends or illicit affair. If you have any, drop it.” He spoke straight to point. I rolled my eyes at him and he narrowed his in return.