Mori Jin Novels & Stories

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

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?”

And show him my glass. "I'm Lucas by the way." he pulls and holds his hand out for a shake. "I'm Courtney," I reply and place my hand in his. He was a really handsome man. He was tall and when I say tall, very tall. He had brown eyes, which were quite intimidating. His hair was styled with some gel. He had a sharp jawline and nose. He had quite a few rings on his fingers. He didn't seem like a normal man. He seemed to be rich. He was wearing a grey suit and from what I know, that was from Dolce & Gabbana. What was he doing here?

He looked arrogant, but darn it, it suited him well. I could smell his cologne mixed with a woodsy scent, creating a perfect combination. I had a feeling he knew his presence was almost killing me as I drowned in his intoxicating aroma, unlike anything I'd ever smelled before, not even Ashton's expensive perfume. He lifted my chin with his forefinger, sending tingles through my veins like a live wire. Beneath my skin, a tingling sensation spread, and I couldn't help but love it. Hypnotized by his touch and the mystery in his eyes, I noticed their unique color—a blend of dark brown and ash gray, something I'd never seen before. Our gazes locked, and in my mind, I'd pay anything to look into h

I wipe the sensor clean with my cloth, and the man retreats into the darkness with the rest. "Drain his account and burn the body," I explain, to the closest man on my left. This man is Lincoln Murphy. He is the second person I would turn to. The first is his older brother, Leander. He somehow managed a life outside of the empire, and for that, I'm jealous. He's off galivanting with his sweet little girlfriend, whom I had yet to meet in the two years that they had been dating. Lincoln swore she's real. He even proved it to me with pictures. That's how I deduced she was his sweet little girlfriend. I never would have pegged him for enjoying the company of a redhead, but then again, I enjoyed

The idols proceed to introduce themselves one by one: “Annyeonghaseyo! I’m Cyber. I’m the leader of DMG and I’m also the main vocals and songwriter. I like motorcycle racing and computer games, especially COD and Dungeon Raydens.” “Konnichiwa! My name’s Rintaro. My nickname is Sonic because I’m a wicked fast dancer and my hair’s spiky. In my free time, I like doing kendo, archery, drums and cooking. I make a mean carbonara.” “Hi! I’m Reggie. I’m the maknae and, no doubt, the cutest member of DMG. Even though I’m the youngest, my hyungs should stop asking me to cook kimchi-bokkuem because I can’t. I can’t even cook eggs.”

I mumbled. I don’t want to make a fool of myself anymore. It should have been the right answer, but I was not going to say that. He was silent for a moment, watching me. I could feel his gaze like a physical weight. “My name,” he said abruptly. “You don’t find it curious?” I looked up, confused. “Your name?” “Baek Jin. It’s Korean. You don’t find it… incongruous?” He gestured vaguely at his own face, his features that were all sharp European angles and piercing blue eyes, a stark contrast to the distinctly Korean name.

Amidst everyone stunned and shocked expression, still unable to gasp the reality that the person that have been said to be a main lead of the recent incident that breaks the news all over the country and even made it to the international news is finally walks into the studio. The second the camera turned towards him, it made the camera man unable to turned their camera anywhere else. His silver haired were tied into a messy bun that were held in place behind his head with a beautiful and striking Silver hairpin with the Joseon style decoration of gemstones. Wearing a gray colored full suits, that fitted his entire figure furthermore emphasized on his ideal figure, perfect heights, muscular,