Korean Playboy Novels & Stories

he continued without taking his arm off my throat, "I fully intend to make you my plaything." He leaned in, lips brushing mine as he added, "Remember this. You're replaceable. But you'll be loyal to me and me alone." His thumb grazed my cheek, "I don't care if other men touch your body. Because only I get to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours. Got it?" I stared at him, slightly offended by his choice of words but what did I expect from a man like him? He didn't squeeze—but he didn't release me either.

His voice was deep and hoarse. And his light peal of laughter caught Leila off guard. He was extremely charismatic! ‘It’s no wonder why he’s the country’s famous playboy! He is so charming!’ This was not the first time that Leila met such a handsome man. She has encountered a lot of handsome and manly gentlemen that she’s so used to. Since she is working in the fashion industry, she is, of course, surrounded by beauty. Phyllis’ report did not mention that his presence would be this… memorable.

Jacob grinned viciously, selected a few disgusting-looking devices, and said to the others, "Use them all!" They pawed at Natasha's body, spouting vulgarities. "What a pity. We didn't get to use any of this while she was still alive. Otherwise, it would've been so much fun." Jacob's eyes landed on Natasha's slightly swollen stomach. "About that, our little game isn't over yet. We still don't know who got the baby's gender right." He handed Josephine a knife. "Josephine, haven't you always wanted to be a doctor? This is the perfect time to be one. Why don't you help us to have a look? My friends here want to know who won the bet."

“I agree. If there’s anything to breathe new life into Edge—” “We’re doing so poorly, we’ve all grown so scared; we’re all reporting from safe, scared places, afraid to push the button in case we explode. We’re already withering here. We need to write about the topics that scare us, fascinate us . . . and nobody fascinates this city more than our billionaire bachelors. Do you know who I’m talking about?” “The playboys?” Her lips twist. “The worst of them all.” She pulled out another magazine. I stared at the cover, which said Angel or Devil? “James Godfrey,” I whispered.

Those reporters were the ones who needed answers, and would ask the dumbest or the easiest questions to get that pay raise. He pointed to a young man, wearing glasses and a crooked red tie. He cleared his throat before asking the second question "It's no surprise that you are well known throughout the tabloids for many different reasons. Tell us how you are planning to show people that you are ready to take on such a responsibility." If he says anything about Playboy Rehab I'm going to choke him. "Well, it's important to make a name out of yourself, and clearly my name is a little more...dynamic than others."

he told me with a naughty smirk as I continued to stare at the gift. When Kira had told me her boyfriend was a playboy and pretty naughty, I’d thought that she was only saying those things as she was tired of the relationship but now I saw that she was right. “How do you expect me to like this?” I asked him as I continued to stare at the gift. “I thought you must have forgotten your panties in some hotel so I thought of getting you a whole pack of them so that you will never run out of them” he told me and I rolled my wyes.

"She is a playboy's kryptonite. She can destroy playboys like us easily.” Jung Kwang-soo walks away from the playboy. He gets into the elevator. Perhaps, it’s too late. The boy is already destroyed by her.

Her nipples were being seen by the men watching her. “I want to book her!” Someone stood up and went to the cashier area to pay. Heart then smirked. ‘Okay, finally a sex not with my CEO.’ Heart thought and felt relieved. The man who booked her was a Korean, his name is Michael Park. A young CEO, 23 years old. He looks like an idol.

Whenever tabloids feautured officers of the Alcolytes, the headlines typically varied but the gist of them remained the same. Helios Jake Andreadis was the hotheaded sun god. Kellion Mico Argyros the charmingly wicked playboy. Leandro Paul Christopoulos a college university owner, hot smart guy. And Andreus Fin Economou the mysterious and dangerous bad boy. Each had his own vice, which the media love to exaggerate for the club's adoring, obsessed fans.

Jay dropped his tablet to my desk, the screen lighting up with a bold, criticizing headline that made my stomach churn. “JAIME ADRIEL: FROM PLAYBOY TO CLOSETED GAY?” I let out a laugh, though it barely concealed the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “Unbelievable. Last month, they were calling me a playboy, and couldn't get enough of how many women they thought I was with. Now, suddenly, I’m gay?”