Kim Sihyun Novels & Stories

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.

*** "The monster rookie pitcher of the college baseball world, the number one contributor to S University's top 4 myth! This year's star Yuhwan, a perfect march across all matches!" "Haneul Jang, is he an AI? Pitch combinations like a ghost, batters are helpless! The hell grim reaper on top of the mound!" "Fourth years Choi Woohyun and Kim Gang-mu become the targets of pro team scouters! S University, a miraculous top 4 seating!" "The baseball world's idol Haneul Jang and the diamond spoon crown prince Yuhwan! Is a Major League love call imminent? A certain team official's top secret visit scheduled!"

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

Kyuhyun Oppa... Oppa... Kyu Oppa... Lee Yongju... Lee Yongju... My heart is aflutter, my soul entranced as I imagine Kyuhyun's sultry voice beckoning me. Blissful... "Lee Yongju!" I jolt awake, my muscles trembling from the sudden movement. Someone's calling my name, shattering the fragile threads of my dream. The bed is a haven, warm, inviting, and intoxicatingly fragrant... I yearn to surrender to its comfort and relive the tantalizing dream. Earlier, I was lost in a vivid fantasy, entwined with Kyuhyun in a tender moment, our lips almost touching. But cruel fate intervened, and I awoke, leaving me with a gnawing sense of longing.

“For that witch!” Yuna hissed at Sierra. “Say that again, and you’ll regret it!” Unknown to them, Yuna Kim was a renowned Korean actress in China where Jake had been living for the past five years. However, no matter how she tried to get Jake’s attention, she had failed. Jake insisted that their relationship three months ago had been a mistake. He had saved her once from a rich tyrant at a bar when she had been drugged, and she had consoled him when he was having a meltdown.

He orders and I don't need to be told twice. I move to my knees before him and tilt my head to the back, my mouth wide open for him. Sinclair grabs my hair with his other hand, resting my head against his touch before spewing shot after shot down my throat, and I greedily swallow each drop; a few trails circumventing down my jaw. Sinclair grunts and pulls back, his hand still stroking his cock as he admires his work before him. On my knees with my juices dripping from my core and his come tailing down my jaw.

His expression looks horror and it seems like he's going crazy little by little. "Oh, Gosh! What the hell! HAHAHAHAH!" I still can't stop laughing. "And now you're cussing, is that because of this man? He's a bad influence to you." His head was even shaking while saying that. I bit my lip to stop laughing. "He is Byun Baekhyun, a 29 year old Korean actor and a member of EXO, CBX, and the leader of SUPER M." I remembered Baekhyun last night so I saved one of his picture and set it as my lock screen wallpaper.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Remembering every detail. “Are you a new donor? Cado has never had such a sickly looking donor. It would truly be a kindness if I just ended you. You seem to have so much inner turmoil.” Her head cocked to the side. The movement was so unnatural my stomach lurched into my beating heart.

The only thing about our situation is that he's so focused with where we are going and he probably isn't aware about how sweet shit we look right now. I've never held hands with anyone except Ashton but he's an exception because he is my best friend and there's no romantic strings attached between us. So, Cyrus is the first guy I have held hands with. He's my first real kiss and not that Dylan because there was no feelings to it at all, and he's the first man I've been intimate with in my twenty four years of existence. Gosh, I am blushing!