Kim Jong Seob Novels & Stories

Suho asked, not knowing who to send the question to. “Lee, Kang Jun. He’s a chaebol. They are the heirs of the business tycoon Lee Hong Bin. I read somewhere that his father took over Sansung electronics and is now manufacturing semiconductors for other countries like the US. I am sure he’s going to inherit the business empire when he gets older,” Kwanghee replied nonchalantly while munching on his plate’s pasta and pizza. Suho looked down, played with the food on his plate. “But you, my friend, is the son of the legendary Haneul Lee. My hero and idol. That’s etched in history,” Kwanghee added, draping his arms around Suho’s shoulders.

My eyes snapped to him, and he immediately fell silent, sinking back into his seat and swallowing nervously as I smiled and asked, “Tell me something, Adam. Do you know a man called Min-Jae, the CEO of Haesong Group?” He looked stunned, but eventually nodded. “Of course. He’s one of the richest men in Korea.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “You could say he comes from a family as powerful as the Voss. Why? Did something happen?” he asked, hissing as he touched his forehead in pain. “I see.” I chuckled and glanced once more at the message my little rose had sent, before sending a message to Liam with just a few words,

He was Li Mintae, the head of the delegation, a visiting professor at Koryo Medical College, and also known as the Medical Sage. His son, Li Joongki, was sitting next to him. Li Joongki was a young man in his thirties and was known as the Young Medical Sage in his country. He was also a teacher at Koryo Medical College. Next to them were three students of the Koryo Medical College. Seating in the middle of the three was a very beautiful woman. According to Kim Jihyun's information, this woman was named Kim Siyuan, a famous genius in the Koryo Medical College. Some people said that her medical skills were even better than the Young Medical Sage Li Joongki.

"And welcome back." "Thank you. And nice hair, K-Soul." Kim Jaemin, a main vocalist, stage name 'Tyson', winked. "You look Military ready." "Ah, don't do that to me." Hanseol moaned. "Jeongwoo-ya, you too." Jaemin Sunbae turned to me. "I could spot you from all the way down the hall." "A-Ah." I placed a hand on my head. "It's really bright."

Having let him go in vain, Gyeong-shin—who spent desolate days obsessively buried only in work—eventually collapsed and died from overwork just one year later. “Your name has changed. CEO Seo Jeong-woo.” “Thank you for not forgetting me, Miss Gyeong-shin. I naturalized a while ago to officially conduct business in Korea. Now I am a full-fledged Republic of Korea citizen.” Even back then, he was someone with immense pride in being Korean, and it seemed his inner spirit remained the same. Standing tall at well over 180 centimeters with a strictly maintained body and face, he boasted handsome looks refined enough for anyone to believe he was an actor.

"Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate." "Things which you could read in any newspaper," Joonjae scoffed. Yoseob, who was trying to maintain a distance between him and the carnivorous woman in front of him, knew that Joonjae was only pretending to be indifferent. His boss was gauging the woman or to be more specific, what was inside the woman.

I asked frowning. "One of the members in my group. His real name is Jung Beom Seok. He's a rapper, he freaking spits fire. BoS hyung is just like you. Fierce, grumpy, quiet, and cute. He is a sweet person though" his gaze was elsewhere and a sad smile tinted his lips. "Did you just indirectly call me, of all people in this house, cute?" I laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, you are cute, Mia" he stated seriously.

Kim Young Kwang is a nice person, and Han So Eun naturally grew closer to him after their first meeting. They exchange messages, naturally follow each other on social media, and occasionally comment on each other's posts. So Eun learned from their conversation that Young Kwang and So Eun have similar book tastes. Young Kwang enjoys romance novels as well. He tells So Eun about the most unforgettable story he's ever read, which piques her interest. So he suggests she borrow his novel.

Although Leeminho is handsome and famous all over the world, but still Hanbin does not accept, Mama and his father have been good to give him the name Kim Hanbin Susanto, why should also be called Leeminho korean drama star. Axel sips his iced tea, "Both from Korea, I still want to call Leeminho, than I call Kim Jong Unch." Hanbin said, "I threw a nuclear bomb at your house!" said Hanbin. "The style you throw nuclear bombs, play fireworks alone do not dare," said Ily who fortunately only Hanbin heard. "You who like to joget like a hot worm in the Dance room right?" asked Axel, making Hanbin not so fond of Ily's head that just opened his ace.

He was tall, with sharp features and eyes that gleamed like polished steel. “Who—” I began, but Minseok interrupted, his voice low and urgent. “Seojin. That’s Kang Hyunjae.” The name hit me like a freight train. Kang Hyunjae was a legend among the guilds, a former commander who had vanished years ago after a devastating mission. Rumors swirled about his fate—some said he’d defected, others claimed he’d died. But here he was, very much alive. “Commander Kang,” Yoona said, her voice steady. “These are the operatives who returned from the northern mission.”