Mori Jin Novels & Stories

He rolled up his sleeve and showed Diana the Pack Kyne membership mark on his upper arm, in the shape of an eagle clutching a snake. “What about the smell, our body odor?” “We can say that we are new members who went there because we didn't get justice in the old pack.” “In other words we became deserters looking for help.” “It's sad but that's if you want to escape.” Diana walked to the window and saw the view of Pack Kyne from up here. This was her chance to atone for her guilt because she hated that she enjoyed the luxuries given to her. This was Diana's time to prove to herself that she could live without the shadow of others.

Angelique asked, confused. “Yeah. Trunks is his nickname, but his name is Juhoon Choi. He’s in Business, Level 200. He arrived last year, and he’s number one among the five S-Class students. He’s Korean-American — the son of the Korean business tycoon Seungmin Choi, CEO of H Holdings, and Xiaolin Feng, heiress of the Sash Conglomerate.” “You mean THE H and THE Sash?” Angelique repeated.

I froze beneath the thick silk sheets, my muscles tensing as I braced myself, expecting a night-shift maid checking the thermostat. Instead, a massive, broad-shouldered silhouette stepped into the dim, amber glow of the bedside lamp. It was Jin. He looked utterly exhausted. His dark military uniform was slightly rumpled at the collar, and the faint scent of rain and gunpowder clung to his jacket—clear signs he had driven straight here from the base without stopping to change.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Getting out of my apartment, I hopped on my scooter and rode down to the coffee shop. I got to the Coffee shop five minutes before the resumption time. The shop was already opened which meant my boss, Mr. Norway was around. “Mr. Norway. Good morning.” I greeted immediately when I saw him. Mr. Norway happens to be a lone wolf like me. Since he lost his pack, he worked hard to fend for his wife and only son. “Jessica! Good morning!” He answered with excitement and vitality. “Is there a special occasion today? You seem pretty excited.” I added as I dropped my bag behind the counter and began to clean.

I was trying to figure out what to do to get the money I needed. After cleaning and finishing my shifts without acknowledging Markos, it was time to go home. I changed back into my clothes so I could get ready to leave. But, as I was arranging my work clothes in my locker, someone appeared behind me. It was a man I didn’t know. He looked about Markos’ age. The only difference was that he was a bit shorter and he had tattoos all over his neck. He had dark hair and equally dark eyes. He may have passed for a pretty boy but there was something dark lying below the surface. He was as scary as Markos.

But the asshole came out like a fallen angel. Min-a was a student at a private university in Seoul, South Korea, and an influencer model. He loved basketball and had a passion for painting. Min-a had long, dark brown hair, and it was currently packed into a loose ponytail. He was 187 cm tall, wearing ripped joggers, and a basketball jersey. He had a glorious jaw, and a high cheekbone, with the most beautiful set of natural rosy lips, a trait they both shared with their mom.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

That is what matters for her, for he is the pillar and the only person she could lean on at this moment. She stared at him, studying his distinct features. Gazing at him with great interest as she paints his image in her head, remembering every detail he has in her mind. From the smallest to the most evident detail, she painted it down in her head. His thick brows, long eyelashes, and sharp nose are some of his distinct features that she has not noticed before. His face is even dewy and soft. The stubble on his chin and jaws tickles Morrigan's fingertips. Her touches are feather-like in his skin, still afraid to disrupt his rest. His cheekbones are like his jaws, prominent and toned to the p

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it