Kim Nahee Novels & Stories

“Oh four eyes? hi wassup? your pointy ears?” “Shutup.” She grabbed her friend's hand. The cafeteria had now turned silent. All of the attention on us. Great. Just great. The frightened girl looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I.. I..” “From four eyes to pimples.” I chuckled. “W-What.” “Pimples. Your name?” I asked. Her breath hitched. “Why do you wanna know?” Kate questioned instead. Ignoring her, I looked at her with my hands crossed on my chest. Gulping, she whispered, “Sarah Mikkelsen.”

Now wasn't the time to ponder, let's get this done with, she thought. "Okay, thank you." Anna responded and stride to the room. Immediately she walks in, a man in his middle seventies stood up with a smile curved on his face. He looked like an Asian mixed with Korea. Anna smile and walk up to him. "I apologize for keeping you waiting." She said sincerely. He slowly raised his hands, stretching it to her to shake. "I'm Kim dong min, and you must be Anna lee." He responded, while they shook hands. His accent and name gave him away, just like she thought he's from Korea.

“Shadow’s Korean name Ji-hoon meant 'ambition' and 'meritorious deed'. You can say he was born to do great things. But it would be a mistake to downplay his mother’s, Ma’am Meow’s, influence behind the scenes. Mrs. Kim was a force of nature. “As you’ve probably guessed by now, she was a woman with a will of iron and who always got what she wanted. She had vast knowledge in fine arts and she collected and sold expensive paintings. She was also a superb pianist. She used to be the prima ballerina of a ballet company in Seoul and, after that, a ballet teacher.

"Give me access to the financial data. I'll map it out. Show you how everything connects. Make it crystal clear." Han hesitated, then granted limited access. "You're sandboxed. Can't communicate externally. Can't delete or modify original files. Just analyze and create visual representations." "Fair enough." 2:00 PM – THE COUSIN Kim Soo-ah arrived at a neutral location—a small café in Hongdae, crowded enough for anonymity, public enough for safety. She was in her late thirties, sharp eyes, no-nonsense demeanor, and a recorder already visible on the table.

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 just want to go home and rest on my bed and stop thinking about what is going on around me. HANNAH POV "Ma after much investigation about her we found out that her name is Christine Perez, married to Kim Tae moo and also has a daughter named Lalisa. Her late husband is Kim Tae Moo. He was caught dealing drugs . He tried to escape but got into an accident falling over a cliff into the river. They looked for his body for six months but it wasn't found, making the police believe he is dead. Ever since his dismissal, the wife has been the only one taking care of the child, she is currently a maid in the Yoon's mansion" My secretary explained in detail.

What kind of nonsense this man spouting about? "Don't be ridiculous!" He snapped. "I choose this picture because she is the first victim!" "Ahem..." Inspector Kim Min Ah clears her throat. She cast down her pen and took out another picture from the other document folder. Then, she slides a photograph of a woman beside the first picture. Inspector Kim is peering at her chief with distrust. "Chief, she is the third victim, not the first one. Noh Jenna is the first victim, chief. She is a thirty-eight years old housewife from the Park Hills district. The third victim is Shin Minji, a student and a part-time model. Well, from her appearance alone, she is very much your type, sir."

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

I think it's natural, considering myself Lee Umji lives in Korea and Kim Hana lives in New York with a much different stratum of life, how could Hansung, who is also Akira, coincide with me and Kim Hana? ***

He was caught off-guard, wondering how K knew about him hooking-up with almost every pretty girl around New York. Oh, wait. Clix. He realized and remembered K saw the app on his phone when he asked for her phone number at the subway station. But then, she wouldn't know still that he slept with those women aplenty. "H-how did y-" "I have access to the database," she explained, stopping him mid-sentence. "I'm a web developer for Clix. I see you, Jesse Akerman." She looked right through him, really deep within him. Holy shit.