Mori Jin Novels & Stories

How a hot guy like him could be single? Hesitating to interrupt him, I stand there like a mummy with the tray in my hands. I feel myself blushing on recalling his teases last night. In silent, I admire him on his morning's mode. Even if his hair looks like a nest right now, he still has that sexy greek-god appeal. He is wearing a navy-blue t-shirt which is moulding perfectly his toned body. The fluttery sensation in my stomach is increasing as I keep ogling at him secretly.

I put a sushi in my mouth "They'll walk over my dead body before they control us." I told him. "Mhor, We cant do anything about it." I looked at him in disbelief. "Seriously? Youre on their side?" He just nodded. "This is the right thing to do." "Gray Mori is loterally younger than us! He cheated and corrupted his way to his possition!" Gray Mori is the youngest son of Leounet's Mayor, Which luckily for him is also the person who overlooks the agency and station.

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.

Jin had promised the chief that he would do anything. 'Then cut your hair first,' the chief said. With that one simple order, he already knew what Jin was about to do. Jin the Discerner was seen and known as the long-haired and topless right hand of the Rigiddin chief. Cutting his hair meant changing his appearance. And changing his appearance meant discarding his present identity for his real mission--espionage. Jin even used his brown contact lens because his blue eyes will immediately give him away. It was lucky enough that everyone in the enemy's camp seemed to have different eye colors so he had hoped that his synthetic eyes were not obvious.

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.