Lee Donghae Mga Nobela at Kwento

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

Delilah’s eyes glistened, emotion flickering briefly across her usually guarded features, but she held her composure. Kael’s voice lowered, gentle yet powerful. “He showed us that no one is beyond redemption. That no matter our mistakes, it’s never too late to do the right thing. And for that, we will honor him. For that, he will be remembered as a good man. He will be the remembered as the man who saved two women that would have sided against us and yet have also chosen different side. A different side than family. Family of blood and half chosen to make amends as they became family by choice.”

“I believe that we never really discussed the name given everything that we've been going through.” Liam hesitated, looking down at our son. The baby stirred, tiny fists curling against his chest. For a long moment, Liam didn’t answer. Then he said, quietly, “Daniel. I was thinking about it for a while, but I did not want to ask because I knew that you might have something that you wanted in your mind.” I blinked, surprised by the gentleness in his tone. “Daniel?” He nodded. “It means ‘God is my judge.’” His thumb brushed over the baby’s tiny hand. “He deserves a name that carries strength without pain. A name that isn’t born from war.”

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

He said in low voice for the sake of the new driver. “People change all the time, I’m capable of it too.” I took the day old newspaper that I had found in the car and pretended to be intrested at the news. “Yes Boss.” He said grudgingly when he realised that was the end of the conversation. The rest of the ride we did in silence. Ludo was already waiting for us when we arrived at the docks. His fat stomach protruding in the dense wind. “Montego.” He called out the minute I stepped out of the car. “You have no idea how happy I was when I received your call, I knew that you were a man made to make money.” He was talking at the top of his lungs competing with the raging wind.

“He just told me. She seems to have been sick already and the thing is, the bullet hit her liver. She needs a transplant urgently,” “I can donate…” “I will be the one to donate it, Dean.” Kai said, stopping me. “I owe to her, and you are a smoker, I won’t even mention your drinking habits. She needs the purest, and I have stopped them for a while now. But I can bet on everything that I have that you drink scotch more than you drink water throughout your day.” I froze, looking at the man and he smiled. He wrapped his arm around my neck before looking toward the door where I knew Arianna was being taken care of.

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

"Dakho is an unusual name, wouldn't you say? I looked it up. It seems it is Korean." Klempner raises eyes heavenward, lets out an exasperated gasp. "Yes, Dakho is Korean." Stanton, with the look of having found the fourth ace, "South Korea I assume?" "No... The other one." "North Korea?" Stanton's eyes widen. "Dakho is from North Korea?" "Yes." Klempner sweeps the room with his gaze. "The man saved my life. What do you think would happen to him if he were caught?"

"Hello bro! By the way, this is my sister Jeyah Abee, but you can call her Jeyah." The man looked at me and smiled. "Hi Jeyah, my name is Hyungmin. Nice meeting you," he offered his hand to me. The three of us had a few casual talks while waiting for the time for us to go to the wedding hall. I was enjoying talking with Hyungmin because he was fun to be with. I did not have any problem with our conversation because he can fluently speak English. Well, I found out that he works as a bank manager at Hana Bank, located in Gangnam-gu. He is three years older than my brother but he looks like Andre's age. No wonder because Korean people were very conscious about their skin.