Korean Light Novels & Stories

Darko replied. "Hmm ...w ait a moment. I'll ask someone who is crazy about Korea. I think this woman can give you a solution," Brian seemed to call someone on his cell phone and Darko waited quietly. "What are you doing and where?" asked Brian. "In Korea, of ​​course. I'm in the midst of preparing for the launching of my Oppa's newest album. Aaaaaah ... Kang Daniel !!" said the woman enthusiastically. "Tsk! You're so noisy. Just do what ever you want!" Brian scoffed.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

You wouldn’t know that he was a part of a cheap rock band who used to wear dark-colored T-shirts and a pair of old jeans. “Let’s rock it, Burn to Ashes!” Carson shouted, and his bandmates were cheering along. ***

Hello to my readers. I wanted to leave a short message here. Since Nightide takes place in South Korea, I will be using some of the Korean honorifics, but not all of them. Here is the list of what I will use. Oppa-- means "older brother" and is used by younger females towards older male friends or siblings. Hyung--means "older brother" and is used by young males towards older male friends or siblings. Unnie--means "older sister" and is used by younger females towards older female friends or siblings.

"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.

“If it’s okay. I have also something to tell you.” *** (SOJU- is a Korean alcoholic drink made of rice or sweet potatoes. (Definitions from oxford languages) Searched in g****e

It had been a week since Noah lost his job at Button Boss and ended up becoming Jessica's assistant. On his first day of work as an assistant, the photo shoot models came from a top Korean boy group called P13R (read: PIER). It was said that the name meant “Thirteen for Perfection and Rarity.”

Josh gave a slight nod, his expression neutral—pleasant, but distant. Rico quickly chimed in, raising his voice just enough to make sure those nearby could hear. “We’re truly honored by your presence, Mr. Josh. Hopefully, this dinner marks the start of an even stronger collaboration.” “Let’s hope so.” Josh’s reply was polite but detached, much like the way he glanced at Rico—briefly, without emotion—before turning his attention back to the wine glass in front of him. A server appeared with the appetizers: delicate jeon filled with fresh oysters, paired with chilled mulkimchi elegantly plated in handcrafted ceramic bowls. The tang of fermentation and traditional spices filled the room, rich a

Minutes later, a white Korean man brought out their dishes: Bibimbap, spicy Tteokbokki, and a small bottle of Soju. The table was silent for a while as they dug into the delicious spread. Then Bryan poured himself a shot of Soju. “Tell me something I don’t know about you,” he said. “But I’ll go first, I don’t believe in marriage.” She smiled as she poured her drink. “I used to believe in love, marriage, the whole happy-ever-after,” she said. “But now, I think it’s the start of many people’s downfall. I prefer vibes and moments, let it stay light, and enjoy the flow of the moment.”