Mori Jin Novels & Stories

Sebestian muttered to his mate under his breath, winking at him when he started howling. "Seems like they were made for each other. I would have thought that finding someone to love him might have mellowed him out at least but he's still as much a dick as always" Allen said, glancing over his shoulder and watching the couple put their heads together, whispering furiously as they glared at their retreating backs. He turned to see who inhabited the final table Sebestian pulled him over to, a genuine smile crossing his face when he saw Jia, sitting hand in hand with a man he had never met but assumed to be her mate, Patrick, along with Jack, Monika, Jason and Nicky and a few other authority mem

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Zed pulls me even closer, bends his head close to my ear, and whispers, "Not yet. We're still on the premises of Kim Yuan's. There are cameras all around." "Ah, okay." So, I place my arms around his waist, and we walk towards the lobby like a real, happy couple. Surprisingly, I feel comfortable around him. Just after we step out of the elevator, I see Mr. Kim Mori talking to a man with thick, black eyeglasses near the entrance. With a current-fashioned haircut framing his face, his matching torn denim pants enhance his bad-boy demeanor. He only wears a plain white shirt, but it fits his body well, outlining his six-pack abs.

The scoreboard hadn’t even lit up, yet the tension was already electric. Their opponents, Kujin Tai, stood across the court, dressed in dark forest green and white. Sharp uniforms, sharper stares. But it was their ace, Midorin Haizen, that drew the most attention. Tall, lean, and eerily calm, he spun the ball on his finger with surgical precision, unreadable emerald eyes scanning the court like a predator. Maya Yesuda leaned against the bench, his light blue hair tied in a loose ponytail. Sharing what he knew. He kept his tone casual as he spoke to his team mates .

murmured Kim Jae, using the story in Japanese. Kim Jae masters various languages ​​from other countries, because he is Kim Jaerim's stray dog. Of course. He's just been ridiculous since Yoona left this world. Kim Jae now seems to be his old self, not a silly figure named Babe Jae. Currently he is Kim Jae, the stray dog ​​belonging to the Millennial Mafia. One of them smiled disdainfully. He underestimated Kim Jae's arrogant attitude. To be continued ....

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

My thoughts were broken when my friend Kara spoke. "Mia, you should get home. Tonight's a full moon." I took a quick look at her seated beside me on the rock. She was my closest friend and was a vision of beauty, with long black hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves, dark as the night sky, and it framed her face in a way that accentuated her striking features. Her eyes were the color of the earth, deep and dark, with a hint of mystery that drew you in. Her skin was smooth and golden, a testament to her Native American heritage. Her features were delicate and refined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that would make even the most gorgeous girl jealous.

Everything with a hint of cold was me. Humming my favorite tune of Pied Piper by BTS, a Korean boy group band, I dried myself off with a towel. Wearing my clothes for the day, I tied my wet hair in a messy bun. Wet hair and buns is the best combo. Applying a little bit of makeup which consisted of blush, mascara and a lip gloss with a maroon shade of matte lipstick in the middle of the lower lip made my look complete. Atlas I wore my golden rings on the middle and index fingers, a pair of small hoops and my favorite pendant which was gifted by my father when I was little. Basically I never took the pendant off. It was a part of me. The pendant had the letters V&C on it.