Minho Novels & Stories

"Okay... um, is it Sofia?" "That's just so far-fetched." She twitched her lip into an amused smile. "Do I look Greek to you? Sofia's a Greek name." "No, not at all," Jesse clarified. She actually looked more Spanish, Italian or Lebanese - with her dark hair, cute little nose, light olive skin, and those super sexy blue eyes framed by thick lashes and eyebrows. "It's just a pretty name, I wanted to think you have a really pretty name." "Ehh," she imitated the sound of a buzzer. "You're thinking way too hard. Go and take a guess again," she grabbed for another shot glass, raised it to Jesse and drank the tequila in one go.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

*Seoul International Airport* Min Ho waved his hand at the handsome blonde man who had a weird expression on his face. The blonde man pulled his luggage faster, his eyes brightening up as he recognized the person that was waiting for him. “You must be from Flap Automobile, right?” The blonde man asked and Min Ho nodded his head before helping the blonde man with his luggage. “Hello, Mr. Ethan Brooks. I'm Kim Min Ho by name, nice to meet you” Min Ho said as he walk with Ethan to the car.

They parked on a small quaint-looking street, just off the main strip. The sign over the restaurant read MORENO'S. She felt her stomach tighten and wondered if his parents or brothers would be there. What was he thinking? This was too soon. She wasn't ready for it, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

she asked, scanning the menus. Mino grinned. "Everything's good here," he said. "But if you want something really special, I know just the thing." He led her to a small stall tucked away in a corner, where a sign read "Mino's Favorite Food". Adelaide raised an eyebrow. "You have a favorite food stall?" she asked, amused. Mino nodded, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, I come here all the time. The owner, Mrs. Kim, makes the best Korean BBQ tacos in the city."

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

That just made Jihoon more determined to get a reaction out of her. “One of my favorite champions is Ahri.” Jihoon chuckled. “If you played, you’d get the joke.” He leaned in and said in a stage whisper, “She’s a gumiho.” Miyoung glared at him. Jihoon grinned. She continued to glower, unmoved by his best weapon. His smile wavered. “Do you really not do anything for fun? Sports? Knitting? Ancient tea ceremonies?”

she said and punched me on my arms. “I'm just making you laugh. Your sadness is as visible as the beauty you have in your face. Eunbo Kim-sunbaenim right? I'm Minhyun. Minhyun Seo, hoping to have his own rosemary,” I said and smiled sweetly at her as I held out my hand. “I can't get the rosemary joke. But anyways, nice to meet you Minhyun,” she said and showered me with three tangerines at the same time then she smiled foolishly.

Another person's face. Tina tried to stay composed. They looked nothing alike. Minho was prettier than a girl, while Haneul's features were all hard lines, chiseled in its handsomeness. Still, Tina could not deny that moment. Haneul reminded her of Minho. "No," Tina whispered under her breath.

He admits, and I chuckle, looking down at the ground. "I know" I reply smugly. "How many minutes until we land?" I ask. "About twenty. Once we get there, we'll go straight to my sister's house. Is that okay with you, princess?" "It's fine with me and I can't wait to meet your niece and nephew." I smile; I meant it. "He may look cute but little Enzo is the devil," He jokes, and his lips tug upwards, showing me a genuine smile. "And my little Sienna, she may only be a baby but fuck she is spoilt" He chuckles downing the last of his whiskey.