Kim Phan Novels & Stories

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

Nevertheless, this man seemed to be a lot more dangerous than P’Kim, and Kit didn’t want anything but to get the hell away from him as fast as he could. “My name is Kanaphan Channarong, but you can call me P’First,” he gave the boys an almost menacing smile. “As for why you’ve been captured…simple. Kimhan had decided to mess with my men without coming to me first, so I want Kimhan to come and beg before me to let the three of you go…after all, I heard that he’s quite fond of one of you here…” Kit could feel the gaze of his friends from the side, but he didn’t react to it. Rather than being scared for himself…he was now scared for P’Kim’s life.

the host says, “you just broke the hearts of millions of girls with that one. Do you think you could tell us who the lucky girl is?” “I’m the lucky one,” Nathan corrects, “but sure, I’ll tell you. She’s Filipina. Her name’s Kate Lapuz and she’s a grade 12 student at CITS High. Annyeong, Kate!” He turns to the camera and waves his hand in front of his chest the way that Koreans do. Back in the CITS canteen, all the students around Kate erupt in a deafening cry of awiiiit and whoops and hollers. Kate turns bright red.

He was the very pitcher who had just been throwing terrifyingly fast, destructive balls on the mound. With his towering, imposing height, perfectly sculpted physique, and sharp, handsome features that exuded a raw masculinity, a specific name instantly flashed like lightning through Haneul’s mind. ‘No way… Is that Cho Ki-bum?’ Why on earth was he standing here? Swept up and completely paralyzed by Yuhwan's overwhelming presence, Haneul had entirely forgotten about Cho Ki-bum—the legendary superstar who had dominated the baseball world as an elite, god-tier pitcher in his past lives.

I was in so much pain because I kept trying to resist Khan. “Kilhan! Alpha Kilhan.” Jessica called, running towards me, but I raised my hand and stopped her. “Don’t you dare come closer.” At this point, I could hardly recognize my own voice. It was Khan talking. I tried so hard to suppress him so he wouldn’t hurt her, but I was emotionally hurt and had no power over him. “I, Kilhan, reject you, Celine, as my mate!”

My heart feels heavy. Our eyes meet, but she turns away. I step closer, and the security guard opens the door for me to leave. “Diana.” “Philip, um…” “It’s been a while.” “Yes, it has. Can we go somewhere private to talk?” “Of course.” I glance at the man beside her, and she notices. “Sorry, no introduction. This is my older brother, Kim Min Ho.” “Oh, nice to meet you.” A part of me is on cloud nine. Just the thought of him being her brother makes me happy.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

She could recognize that voice from anywhere. "Kylian"

Add her baby-like Asian features—thanks to her dad being Chinese—and her guilt face was almost impossible to ignore. “Fine. Which folder?” “The navy blue one.” Shaking my head, I muttered, “No wonder you grabbed the wrong one. There are four navy blue folders, Kim Chan.” “Just open the first page!” she urged. Switching my phone to speaker, I put it down on the shelf. “‘Joint Project with Mr. Matthew Cumberbatch’?” I read aloud from the first folder. “Nope.” I grabbed the next one. “Name: Kimberly Zhao Chan. Place of—”