Logan Kim Novels & Stories

His name was written in bold blue colour on the backside of his t-shirt – 'LEE KANG JUN' “You dog! That was cheating!” another teenager said. He was sitting on the smooth floor and cursing his friend while laughing. He was also tall and handsome, but completely opposite of his friend. He had and a warm aura and a sweet smile. He was wearing their regular uniform but with a very loose tie, tucked out shirt and folded sleeves. A small nameplate was pinned to his shirt’s chest pocket which had his name – 'WANG LUFAN'

It sounded fun hence all agreed, some by will, some by force. Mr. Kim set out things that each person despised; Ginger-Garlic paste for himself, Vodka for me, which was quite obvious given my reasons; Vinegar for Marvin; Gin and Tonic for Kai; and Lemon juice for Banner. Mr. Kim added, “Banner despises lemon to the point where he’d vomit if he even gets a taste of it.” “I’ll start,” Said Mr. Kim with excitement, “Dawn-ssi, do you love Kai?” A bright smile on his face and everyone sank low, disappointed, including Kai.

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.

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

“What a coincidence. I’m from Busan! And your name—Lisa! Like BLACKPINK’s Lisa. She’s my favorite.” “I love her too!” Lisa said, immediately clicking with her. “I’m Han Minseo, the owner here,” she added, offering her hand warmly. Lisa took it, grinning. Ivan casually slipped away from their bubble, muttering something under his breath. “So greedy.” Minseo led Lisa into a VIP suite where a long table had already been set—ramyeon, kimchi, grilled short ribs, spicy rice cakes, and more. Korean dishes, real ones. Lisa’s eyes nearly popped. “Is this for me?”

he said, then into the phone, “Henry, I mean it; no excuses. Dawn, or the deal’s off.” One of the older men tried to make small talk as we followed. “We imported the lanterns from Kyoto,” he said, his tone was eager. “The koi come from my family’s own pond. I hope you find it to your liking.” Liam barely looked at him, still focused on his call. I caught the chef sneaking a glance at me; it was quick but noticeable. His eyes darted away the second Liam looked up. I ignored it, pretending to be calm even though my pulse was racing. Liam’s arm was warm under my hand, and the contact sent flashes of memory through me: his hands on me, his breath against my skin.

Then, they headed into the depths of Stag Island. Just then, on the hillside of Stag Island, there was a man in simple linen clothes. He was in his fifties and was sitting in a cross-legged position. There was a long sword placed on top of his legs, and he was closing his eyes to recuperate. That man was Luken, the Kim clan’s biggest reliance in the Second World. He was known as the Sword God. At the same time, Luken was also the proudest protégé of the Sword Titan, whose combat power was used to overwhelm Korea.

Good night. Day 20 Dear Diary, 50 humans. I have killed 50 humans in 10 days. Amazing or not? It was addicting. It had became a habit. A very bad habit. Imagine. 1 day, 10+ humans dies because of me. Haha! But I feel no regrets. My killing has improved drastically. I am precise, I know how I want them to die. I never knew i had this kind of ability to kill. And it doesn't take long for people to notice people dying. I know. I know I'm nicknamed "Dark Killer". Posters have been put up that says people are dying because of Dark Killer. Misbehave and he will kill you. He kills at night. Only at night. Beware. It was delightful that people fear me, just normal teenage girl. And as for a rogue, I

My mom winked at me. Lucian just chuckled at this exchange. "Mom. This is Lucian. Lucian, my mom." I introduced them. "Good to see you, Lucian." Mom grinned like a little girl who had been offered candy. "You too, Mrs. Morgan." "Kyla. Just call me Kyla." Mom corrected. "Happy birthday, sunshine," Lucian whispered in my ear before pecking my cheeks. I think I was competing with a tomato at that point, in front of everyone.

When suddenly laughter broke out the room as they point out to each other "You look like a gremlin," Lynx said "You look like a goblin" he teased back. They continue to laugh at each other as the vines clean up the mess they made. “Ok now, stop the fun.” Lala said “Give me the antidote” “There is no antidote” Lynx answered seriously “No” – Lala “Yes” – Lynx “Nooo!” – Lala “Yess!” – Lynx “NOOOOO!!!!!” - Lala “YESSSSSS!!” – Lynx