Kim Gong-ja Novels & Stories

His face was brighter with a nice smile that was continuously shaped on his lips. Qeiza paid all her attention to the man who’s walking beside her through the glance of the corners of her eyes. The man was wearing a casual outfit, a pair of gray trousers and white shirt made of a soft fabric. He folded his long sleeves to the elbows, exposing his muscular muscles. Qeiza had never expected that she would be that lucky. Having a brother named Dae Hyun. Dae Hyun’s good-looking face always reminded her of a Korean famous actor, Park Bo Gum.

“I’ll put it in a frame.” “Already did.” Just then, Tita Maribel shouted from the beanbag. “KRYSTAL! KRYSTAL! He took off his shirt—look at Gong Yoo! Diyos ko! Those abs are calling me home!” I blinked. “Well, okay then. Operation: Destroy Venice and Simp for Gong Yoo is officially complete for today.” I joined her on the beanbag with my coffee and a smug little smirk painted on my lips. Because nothing tastes sweeter than justice… and Gong Yoo’s abs.

I made it clear. Relaxingly, Violet nodded slowly. "Yeah, Song Joongki is married, and it breaks me. It hurts every time I remember it!" Violet exclaimed, then bit her lip to hold back her tears. I held my forehead, massaging it gently, because somehow my head hurt so much. Song Joong-ki is a Korean artist, right? Yeah, he's reportedly married to a fellow artist. But Isn't it too much to be upset because of her idol? "Violet, have you ever been hit by someone?" I asked slowly.

Look at the initials," Joonjae pointed out, handing the ring to him. Undertaker and Yoseob leaned in to read. "KJ 6.6.1995," he read out loud. "KJ...wait. KJ stands for…" "Kim Jisoo," Joonjae revealed. "My mother's name. That ring belonged to her."

asked Lee Umji trying to focus on the fact that the man in front of her. "Do you know why I was looking for you?" said Mr. Janghyuk with a crooked smile. "What?" asked Lee Umji and Ha Mino almost at the same time. "I discovered the fact that ... as I said you have a twin. My friend Min Junho's wife named Kim Hana has the same face as you!" Ha Mino gasped at the name Kim Hana. The name that a few days ago contacted his while sending the cover image of the script that should have been on Park Jini.

This man certainly ran fast, and it was highly possible that he did some martial arts. - Soo Min, this is Jung Hyun Woo, an officer from Gwangju city in Gyeonggi Province. He is 28 years old, was promoted recently and transferred to Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Investigation Departament, Violent Crime Section as a reward for solving a very complicated case in which a middle-aged man kidnapped, raped and murdered boys between 6 and 12 years old.- the Chief introduced the young man.

__________ -AN HOUR EARLIER- [Kyunmi Seo's Point of View] I'm Kyun Mi Kim, the wife of Aromatized Perfume Company CEO Manuel Seo. Hae Soo Seo and Jacob Seo are our two children. I also came from a respectable family, much like my husband, but I never pictured myself as a simple housewife. My family was generous back then, so I formed some foundations or charities to support the shantytowns or even rural areas in South Korea. They said that happiness is all about money, but I believe that happiness comes from having a generous and pure heart. My family was the most valuable treasure that I had, especially my children.

That alone made every single one of them scrawny to the bone. Park Ye Jun, Lee Ji Min’s best friend, stumbled whimpering as they reached the door of ICU, obviously thinking of what or rather who lay inside. But Kim Yo Han wrapped his arms around him, brushing his back, consoling though he needed it too. Even the sunshine of the group had no energy left as he was forcing himself not to break down. Jung Beom Seok's face was completely blank, not showing his members his vulnerable side. Kim Jae Hwa, the eldest, was watching their maknae, Lim Min Jun, carefully, eloquent that his favorite hyung is inside, fighting against death. Also that their maknae is a very delicate person and considers his

A big one. "마님 (Madam)" This was that of another one of my models that took the position of Shim Seon Ah since she proved to be incompetent. Kim Lee Wang. "네 김? 좋은 소식? (Yes Kim?. Any good news?)" I asked as I tilted my chair around, making sure my mask was back on my face. I was enjoying the taste of my glass of Hennessy this morning. Nothing could ruin this perfect morning.

"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.