Kim Minah Novels & Stories

"It reminded me of how Damon and I met." "How did you meet? You never told me your love story." I smiled at the Rain. She looked sheepish and Kathrine snorted. "It was rather embarrassing." Rain mumbled. "Really? Now I am curious. " I kept my drink on the table and straightened up. "Come on, don't force me to use my Alpha command. Spill it out." I said laughing. Katherine interjected. "I will narrate, before meeting Damon, Rain had a rather distinguished career of being a punk and a petty thief."

"Wanna go outside for a popsicle?" "Sure." A few minutes later, I sat on the wall outside Luca's house with an artificially flavoured and coloured popsicle in one hand and a beer in the other. Nothing says class more than that at 1 am. "Tell me a fact about yourself Luca," I said with a sigh as I licked my popsicle. "I don't trust people with names beginning with C," he replied. "Except for Kim Kardashian." "Kim Kardashian is spelt with two Ks," I pointed out.

I don’t think I’m in the mood to witness girls falling all over him. Just thinking that makes me feel bad. Look what you’ve done with Noah. “Telling you would ruin all the fun,” Cian murmurs, looking down to grin at me. Red and purple flashing lights from a nearby club reflect off his dark strands, making the gold close to his head turn another colour completely. He looks magical, otherworldly. I’ll never get used to the way he looks, and it’s not just his obvious features. Even the angular nature of his face his fascinating.

Someone POV "Have you found any information on her yet?" A man sitting in a swivel chair asked. He is so serious and very sophisticated. "As of now, I already have some of her information." "Fire." "Her true name is Kimora Hestia De Mixa Galvez. She's 19 years old and her birthday is December 24th. She's now living with her fiance." "Fiance ?!" "Yes sir. Zyron Cosmian and Maddison have a contract. I mean Maddison sell her daughter to Zyron to pay all their debts."

It was like the first gift he ever got for her. The speaker: Here comes the final jewelry. My eyes grew wide. It looks so….rare. Green Demantoid Garnet Sterling Silver. "Anyone bidding?." A Scottish woman: 30 million. Is she fucking kidding me?. Oh no. No way, I wanna get it but don't have enough. My husband wants to give it to his ex- miserable girlfriend. The old man: 50 million. Everyone murmured. This man is fucking crazy with jewelry. I do not think I can afford that much. I only have my husband's money.

Soo Min entered the police station and walked down the hall to Violent Crime Section's room, immediately sitting at her desk. In the office there was already Oh Han Eul, 32 years old detective, slim and the tallest person in the Section, measured almost 190 cm, with big black eyes and currently dark brown hair, with delicate, almost feminine, face features. He was very ambitious but lazy and behaved like the real star of the Section, with the appearance and personality of an idol, he also took care of himself more than many women Soo Min knew, even changing hairstyles much often than necessary. In general, Han Eul was a narcissist who liked to play with women and avoided the permanent relati

I asked him. “Do you know her full name? It’s Kate Zainab Omar” he answered. Smith’s POV I have planned for this day for a long time. I must enjoy every minute of it. People’s suffering and pain sooths my mood. “Am sure you are smart, you will figure it out.” I was not happy that Charles and Camilla were not surprised. “Could it be that they discovered who she is?” I thought.

Mirabel also stood back to see who the woman was. But Kimberly walked in and removed her glasses. She scanned the office, looking at it before resting her eyes on Rodrigo. When she saw him, she knew he was the one she had come to see. This was the face she saw in the picture that day. She traced him by his name and knew he was the one who made Camilla a criminal. "Hello" Rodrigo said, having hopes that he would hear Camilla's message from her but the woman looked weird with her behaviour. "Forgive my manners. My name is Kimberly, an ex convict and co inmate with Camilla Dickson. Anyways, I had been freed before the news of Camilla's sudden disappearance.

she said and punched me on my arms. “I'm just making you laugh. Your sadness is as visible as the beauty you have in your face. Eunbo Kim-sunbaenim right? I'm Minhyun. Minhyun Seo, hoping to have his own rosemary,” I said and smiled sweetly at her as I held out my hand. “I can't get the rosemary joke. But anyways, nice to meet you Minhyun,” she said and showered me with three tangerines at the same time then she smiled foolishly.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.