Novel & Cerita Lee Yoona

He chuckled, and I punched him playfully at his side. "Kim isn't my only idol." I retorted, and I shifted on the bed. "Some of the BTS members are too, like Park Jimin. His dance steps were inspiration for me too. Music and dance works together. Including Coco Jones who acted Let it Shine." Leo was gazing at me, a smile grazing up his lips. I wondered what was funny for he kept looking at me in amused manner. I rubbed my feet together as I felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

Playlist for all of you!! 'Drive You Insane'-Daniel Di Angelo ' Standing next to you'- jeon jungkoook ' Diet Mountain Dew'- Lana Del Rey ' one of the girls'- the weekend, Jennie kim ' Hard to Love'- Park Rose ' Obsessed'- zendros, Lima 'Renegade'- Aryan shah ' Cold Blooded'- Chris Grey ' Babydoll'- Ari Abdul ' Spring Snow'- 10 Cm (lovely runner ost) 'Come Back to me'- RM

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he says and hit the accelator finally, we made it soon and we got out together, joining Luna who was waiting for us near the door. "Ready to party?" she asks us, she was dressed in a coktail dress, short and revealing the same way all wolves like to dress up, she looked young, the same age as us, she's not that young, but we don't show our age for a very long time. "Ready," I say with a big smile on my face, I was super ready to take over the club and dance till the morning comes.

Ha-Yun advised with a supportive smile. "Thanks, Yun. Your wisdom and encouragement mean a lot," Kimora expressed genuinely. "Always here for you, Kim. You're my ride-or-die," Ha-Yun affectionately squeezed her friend's shoulder. "The feast is served," the waitress announced, placing a spread of tteokbokki, spicy noodles, kimbap, fried chicken, and a strawberry soju cocktail before them. It had been a while since Kimora indulged in Korean cuisine, and she was grateful to share this moment with Ha-Yun. The familiar taste brought her a sense of comfort.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

"Hi! You must be Danika! My name is Perrywinkle, but you can call me Perry," I looked over to the source of the voice. It came from a petite woman with short black hair and gorgeous green eyes. She wore a little dress that matched her small frame but not too revealing. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. "Hello, Perry." I greeted. She opened her mouth to say something when Theodore called on us from the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, the candidates of the Luna Trials!" Everyone clapped and cheered as the girls held hands. Perry reached out for mine. I took her hand and she pulled me gently closer. We all took a bow, while my heart hammered wildly in my chest. I can't believe it. I was actual

The corner of her lips lifted to form a smile despite how hard that was. "Hello, it's a surprise seeing you here," she cheerfully vocalised. Lee Hyunjin stared at her from top to bottom, assessing her, and nervousness spread through her chest due to it. Kim Yoona, who was finally done with dressing her injury, stood up, and after she had bowed at Hyunjin, she started to walk out of the room. Was it strange that she wanted Kim Yoona to stay at this moment? The instant Yoona left the room, she stood up immediately in order to apologise, but the sharp pain that spread through her body due to her sudden action caused her to let out a scream.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

She could do it. A yellow cab honked outside, and she hurried to meet it. “Papagalli’s Dance Club,” she said to the driver, her words rushed. “Yes, ma’am. Hot date?” the driver asked, black dreadlocks jiggling when he talked, his voice sounding Jamaican. Steel band music thumped on his CD player while he tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel imperfect sync with the tune, his body rocking to the beat. “Somebody’s dying to meet me,” she answered, jumping into the car.