Kim Taer Novels & Stories

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

They only cared for themselves. "Okay, okay, fine. I won't call you Hyung anymore." Tae's voice brought Flynn back to reality. He looked up and watched his best friend raise both hands in defeat. "Starting today, I will call you Flynn, okay. Or do you prefer 'Young Master Ascott'?" Tae Woo imitated Jeffries. “Tae Woo.” His friend raised one brow. "Hmm?" "Could you tell me anything you know about Kelsey Ferreira?" Tae pouted. "I don't know much about her since she's the silent type."