Novel & Cerita Kim Gyuvin

Denver shot the ball in the three-points lane, and I laugh my ass off when he wasn't able to make a good shot. "Here's your energy drink, masters." Yuki throw a bottle of energy drink to each one of us. I effortlessly caught it in just a hand same goes with Denver. "By the way, I come face to face with Gwyn earlier. I was about to talk to her, but it seems like she wanted to be alone. She acted strange and it seems like her mind is on another dimension. Is she doing okay?" He asks turning his gaze on me but soon diverted his attention towards Denver the moment he saw me glaring at him.

Long Ki flexed his biceps and triceps and even made a few poses. "....." the ghoul sighed. 'Why do I have to deal with a nudist like him? My prosthetic eyes are burning. I need to burn it with flame. Your highness, don't leave me behind. I want your heavenly flame,' he silently followed behind Long Aotian. Long Ki frowned and scoffed. "No one is appreciating my figure. If Yukiya was here, she would have fawned over it," he mumbled and walked closer to Raijin.

I add as they both walk out of the closet too. "Janice he's right. If we should be anything,it's to be thankful right now. Let's just leave and not fight it out. Please?" Lucy begs her and shakes her shoulders slightly. She sighs and turns to look at the jug of water still on the table. She walks towards it and fills the cup sitting next to it. She lifts her balaclava up a bit, stopping it on her nose so she can drink the glass of water which she gulps down in two seconds .

Namgyu explained everything. "Oh. He must've been really hurt." "He was," Namgyu shook his head, "Yoonjin , he's so perfect. He's unique. He's–" he sighed, "SeokJun is special. I don't want to hurt him. I just want to shower him with care and love, you feel me? He's so unproblematic, I–" Namgyu paused to breathe, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples. Yoonjin could see how guilty about what had happened, Namgyu still was.

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.