Kim Sun Yung Novels & Stories

Kade asked. “I don’t know. It doesn’t feel like it’s draining me the same way the other exercises do.” “That’s because you’re drawing from the moon instead of your own reserves. As long as you maintain the connection, you could theoretically keep this up forever.” He stood up, walked around me, and studied the silver light. “This is exactly what you need to be able to call on in a fight. Not the rage-driven explosion. This controlled, sustained power.” He stopped behind me. I could feel his warmth even though we weren’t touching.

“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.

Jeremy Lee, born Lee Yihuang, was a 54-year-old billionaire who owned Lee Productions, the biggest movie and reality TV production house where the most famous Asian stars were born and bred. Jeremy Lee had five children: all girls. Ming was unfortunate enough to be the smartest, prettiest and youngest of the group, which meant that her dad kept a special eye on her. Which was probably awful considering Mr Lee was notorious for his dictator-like way of running things. Sources claimed that his own employees nicknamed him as Kim Jongun's stepbrother. Thankfully, it was just a nickname and not the truth because I don't think I would've agreed to meet him otherwise.

Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines. I stared at the bold letters printed on the white banner that hung above White Sand Beach Resort's main entrance. Its pastel-blue shade turned into neon glows as it reflected the bright sunlight under the noontime sky. I was almost tempted to squeal when that company name reminded me of what happened last night. And I wondered if Mr. Kim had remembered it. I knew women could be at his beck and call, and that experience may mean nothing to him. I expected him to forget about it the moment he would wake up in the morning.

' Han Yuner looked at him and sneered. 'This is not mr.wong? Kristen Oliver, are you hooking up with another financier? ' The man's face was annoyed, and he explained with a heavy voice, 'Miss Han, please pay attention to your words. I'm just a fan of Miss Healey. Miss Han is really drunk. Do you need someone to help you leave? ' Han Yuner cold hum, unexpectedly rare not tangle, step up to leave.

She wasn’t going to fall for his ploys any longer and she was going to enjoy her life the best she could. The news about Minho and his humiliating defeat spread like wildfire. It spread so far that it reached Yuna’s cousin’s house; Kim, Haemi. She was Yuna’s cousin from her father’s side. General Junho had 2 brothers and their names were Namjun and Dongwoo. Junho was the oldest out of the three. Namjun was the second oldest son and the current right Prime Minister. Dongwoo was the youngest and he was also Haemi’s father.

Jung Ju proudly smirked as his daughter gained control of the situation. Kim Sung Yoon never believed that a day would come when Eun Hye would publicly embarrass him. Knowing how real the threat was, he decided to keep to himself. “I said, do you understand me, Mr. Kim Seong Yoon?” Eun Hye gritted through her teeth. “Yes, ma’am.” Sung Yoon nodded grudgingly.

Kim added that make Annie and Hajoon back for being more nervous. "Hahaha! he likes to make some jokes now!! Hahaha!" "Mr. Kim!" Hajoon sim0ply whispered to him. "Hmmh... TAEYONG?, He is a famous singer here in Korea, right? Well, they have some a bit of resemblance and..." "Mom!" Annie shouted. They were all shocked and looked at Annie.

__________ -AN HOUR EARLIER- [Kyunmi Seo's Point of View] I'm Kyun Mi Kim, the wife of Aromatized Perfume Company CEO Manuel Seo. Hae Soo Seo and Jacob Seo are our two children. I also came from a respectable family, much like my husband, but I never pictured myself as a simple housewife. My family was generous back then, so I formed some foundations or charities to support the shantytowns or even rural areas in South Korea. They said that happiness is all about money, but I believe that happiness comes from having a generous and pure heart. My family was the most valuable treasure that I had, especially my children.

“He fell in love. Or, rather, he believed he did. Her name was Yuna. Yuna Kim. A rising star in the Seoul art scene. Beautiful, talented, and from an… acceptable family. It was a perfect match, or so everyone thought. The golden boy and his dazzling muse. He was utterly besotted. He followed her to gallery openings and funded her exhibitions. He was planning to propose.” He paused, letting the image sink in. A Jin in love. A Jin planning a future. It was so alien, so incongruous with the man who’d drafted a contract for a fake girlfriend, that it felt like a story about a stranger. “And?” I prompted, my voice barely a whisper.