Kim K Gyatt Novels & Stories

―I was actually just talking to Gyoo-ryeon about that. The voice on the other end belonged to Kim Gang-mu, Gye-yeong’s closest friend and a resident at a major university hospital. Kim Gang-mu, born into a prestigious medical family, and Han Gyoo-ryeon, a third-generation chaebol, had been Gye-yeong’s brothers-in-arms since their days at LaON. They were the only ones who truly understood his relentless drive to purge the city of its ugliest, hidden corruptions.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

Kimberly placed the documents at the front of Damien and Steven who has been giving her an evil smile and lewd look. 'Can you just stop looking at me?!' She wanted to shout at him but kept it to her self. "Such a beautiful and hardworking Secretary you got." Steven said. "Is this contract about my secretary or business?" Damien snapped. "Sorry. Back to business, I was thinking the goods coming from Korean.........." "I want 70 percent of it." Damien cut him off. He glanced at Kimberly who has been looking at Steven with disgust.

I said to him, and he only smiled at me. Kiran was called for his fight first, and I had to smile at the hush that went over the crowd when he was introduced as K, previous US Champion, and still holding the record for the most wins. Wild cheers erupted as the announcer, Kyle, finished, and Kiran took his shirt off. He still looked good, and I could see that in plenty of the groupies’ eyes as they watched him.

Shin gave a command to Gary. "Ne chief Kim..." said Gary. "And also, pretend that you don't know me," adds Shin . "What? "Why?" asks Gary, confused. "Just do what I said!" the muscular man yell angryly. "ne... ne chief Kim!" Gary exclaimed at the end, his voice shaking.

Her eyes met mine as she took a step forward, standing just a step away from me, winking as she saw my smirk “I’m ready whenever you are” I took my shirt off, handing it to Jamie, one of my pack members, as he stood closest to me, and went to stand in front of my wife. Her eyes drifted down to my toned body, nodding as she waited for me to react. “First to fall out of the circle, loses” Carter announced, realizing that there was no getting back from this. Katerina nodded, lowering her hands before she crouched down, clearly waiting for me.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

One of the men spoke and Gavin’s attention turned to him. “What is it?” He questioned. “Mr. Kim is meeting up people in secret, and I heard it from one of the men he met, one who is loyal to us in secret.” He spoke up and Gavin scoffed. “Mr. Kim is only a front man, he must be working for someone who chose to keep his identity hidden,” Gavin glanced at Raymond and his forehead creased. “I will look into it, just work on what that file says.” Gavin got to his feet and they also stood up.

“Young Master York!” “Not bad,” Kiran nodded in approval. “Thank you, Young Master York! Thank you!” Peter Gant was ecstatic. “From now on, follow me,” Kiran said. Peter Gant was momentarily stunned before he enthusiastically kowtowed to Kiran, unable to speak from excitement. With a wave of his hand, Kiran used his internal force to help Peter Gant stand. Peter Gant was deeply impressed, rubbing his hands nervously, unsure of what to say.

“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.