Manxman Kdrama Novels & Stories

A couple seconds later a tall Korean man opened the door. He smirked at me saying “나의 섹시한 마녀” which meant my sexy witch in Korean

She chimed about scuttled to her bag. "Its such an honor to be dancing with the future queen of Euphoris...you're so beautiful, you highness" The young man said with a smile. I smiled back. "Thank you...but, do i know you from somewhere?" I scrutinized. "I don't think so, My princess...do you really think you've seen me before?" He asked looking surprised. "Well...what's your name?".... He smiled and cleared his throat. "I'm Manuel...at your service" He said with a bow... *

"The look she gave me was enough to send anyone to coma. Just because I am a Mafia King, thus I was strong enough to withstand her wrath." Mane shook his head in disappointment. "The things I do for you, Vexon," he mumbled, and I looked at him in astonishment. "At last, you called me Vexon. I'm so glad." I was tired of telling him to call me by my name since the training, but he never agreed. It always made me feel like there was a wall between us, so I was momentarily glad that it didn't exist anymore. With a small smile forming in his lips, Mane took the weird clothes and accessories Richard brought. "I better go and dress up like a weird utensil seller," Mane mumbled before going away.

To take Camilla’s quiet control and shatter it into noisy, messy submission. Camilla’s face went pale. She looked at Max. He met her gaze, and for a second, I saw a flicker of pity in his eyes. But it was quickly snuffed out by a darker, needier emotion, a chance to reclaim some masculinity after being humiliated. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

We sat under a small shade, just the two of us. The sun was golden, brushing the sea in melted amber. I stared at it for a long moment before whispering, “I thought he really loved me.” Dickens leaned back in his chair. “You’re too good for him. But people like him… they never know the value of something real.” I bit my lip, looking down at my hands. “His mom hates me. His girlfriend called me — said they’re getting married in two days.” Dickens shook his head slowly. “You see? That’s what I’m saying. You gave everything to a man who can’t even fight for you. Just look at where you live, Isabella. You’re dating a governor’s son, and you’re still struggling like this.”

"She just arrived from studying overseas. And my, she's bloomed into a very beautiful woman!" "I don't remem—" Manu's words were suddenly cut off when someone bumped into him. "Sorry!" He heard the person apologize before walking away from him. "Magnus, are you listening to me?" Selina asked. "Yes, Ma. Sorry, I got distracted with something," he answered, looking around him. He was standing by the roadside where it wasn't crowded. How could that careless person still bump into him? "Where were we?" He tried to brush off what happened but found himself watching the person clothed in all black attire and a hoodie slowly disappear from his sight. Weird. His heart seemed to beat unusually fast.

In Mukgu’s apartment, Mingchan is sitting on the couch.He is so bored, but he keeps on thinking about his girlfriend, Mukgu. He is smiling while thinking of her, “I miss my girlfriend! I hope she likes what I cooked. Hihihi” He giggled and his system gave him an imaginary scene in which Mukgu is eating his dish happily. He then grabs the remote control and turns on the television. He stands up and feels excited when he saw idols dancing to ‘Sorry Mianhe’

Prince Bleidd puts on his nightshirt and as he turned around he felt his manhood stir again at the sight of Zahra pleasing herself. Walking into prince Mano’s room the whisky hit Panya’s nose; the room was clean, but you can smell whisky, ‘old whisky, perhaps spilled somewhere,’ she thought, pinching her nose. “You can have the bed,” Prince Mano said, walking over to the table where a vast filled with whisky and a few clean glasses were neatly arranged. ‘You should consummate your marriage,’ Prince Mano heard his mother in his head. ‘All in good time, mother,’ Prince Mano mind linked her back, looking at Panya, undressing.

Mancini: You know I'm here for you If you need anything. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Me: Maybe some company? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Mrs. Mancini: Scott is still healing, I can't leave him alone like this. Why don't you come over? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Me: No, it's alright. I'm fine, don't worry about me. Maybe,

XXX Amara Romano Russo POV “You look incredible,” Manfred tells me when I meet him at the bottom of the staircase. I’ve gripped my hair up the same way Greta did for our wedding and once again squeezed myself into my wedding dress. Manfred looks hot as sin in his tuxedo, and now there is nothing left to do, other than leave. “You don’t scrub up too bad yourself.” I dust off his shoulder before he grabs my hips and pulls me close. “Are you ready to face the world, Mrs Russo?” He presses his forehead against mine, making my stomach flip when I’m reminded that tonight, everything will become real again. No more living in Manfred’s protective bubble, no more secrets. I have to have faith that th