Kim Seung-min Novels & Stories

“What is the reason?” “Chang Min is not my son.” Do Sejin reveals, “Eun Min Ah and I aren’t married. We faked our marriage because of some reasons. Now, she is married to the man who is Chang Min’s father. His name is Jung Kwang Soo. Do you know him?” Eun Soh Chun shakes his head. “He used to be an owner of the law firm, but he plans to start a business in another city after some time. Your sister will be happy with him. He is a good man.”

Katherine answered. Move on? I couldn't. My entire career was borne of Nikolas. It sounded like such a shallow thing to say but who was I kidding? I got most of my endorsement and shoots because those industries wanted to be on Nik's good side. A large portion of my social media audience were women who simped for Nik because he was young, rich, and equally good-looking. I would lose all that once it became public knowledge that Nikolas Sica had dumped me. Bad publicity could be good publicity but my career would be plunged to the depths of this got out.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

he whispered in her ear, smirking at the trail of goosebumps his breath left across her bare shoulders and neck. "Did you ever think I would be putting the gold on, Dell?" Sebestian asked with an excited grin, making her and David laugh, as he buttoned the trousers up and smoothed any creases out of them, eyeing the gold stripe down the outside of the black dress pants. He took the white shirt from the hanger and shrugged it on, watching his reflection in the mirror as he fumbled with the buttons.

"Welcome to Silverio Stones, Kairo," said a man who looks like any Korean idol with his prominent Asian feature and two blocks with bangs hairstyle, even his black turtle neck and gray trousers plus a dainty Christian Dior chains scream nothing but kpop idol culture. His set of deep dimples made him the charming and cute type of handsome rather than the sexually appealing type of handsome.

Choi Minjung fell lifeless to the ground. "Clean up this mess within five minutes!" Hyun-woo ordered with an overpowering voice. His men quickly carried out his command, moving with lightning speed. Afterwards, he strode into his elegant mansion without even glancing back. He was Lee Hyun-woo, known as Baek Chang Seol, the ruthless mafia boss of the "Diamond Kkhangpae." No one had seen his face, so only the three-diamond tattoo on his left arm was his distinguishing feature. No one dared to defy him, or else suffer the most painful and cruel punishment he was capable of doing.

he exclaimed, playfully pretending to gag. I couldn't resist smacking him on the shoulder in response. "They have names, you know. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook," I listed their names, emphasizing each one. Louis rubbed his head with a mock hurt expression. "Alright, alright, I get it. You're a fan," he said, rolling his eyes playfully. I laughed, shaking my head at his antics, "You don't know what you're missing. BTS has some incredible music, and 'Run' is one of their best."

“Jesus, man.” I sat up abruptly in my chair as Keane burst through the door. He had that manic look in his eyes, the one he often had when he’d pinned his attention on something shiny and new. It was his schizophrenia kicking into high gear. He was fixating. “I met the new intake,” he said, crossing the room to light a joint. He took a huge hit and offered it to me. I took it, more interested in his story as it burned between my fingers.

she threatened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "They're always like this, don't worry," the guy on my left said, breaking the tension. I looked over and saw a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, almost pink eyes, and extremely pale skin. He had albinism, making him one of the rarest friends I had ever come across. Despite his unique appearance, he was undeniably attractive, with a well-defined jawline and a breathtaking smile. "I'm Kai," he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it, and he pulled me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder.