Mr Han Novels & Stories

She knows her boss is rich but to think he’s that influential… “Mr. Hampton!” She greets one of them. Mr. Hampton is a distinct looking man with grayish sideburns and a hooked nose. He’s one of the youngest candidates who’s running for governor that year and soon, he’ll run for presidency. The man is quite popular and to have him among their midst is an honor. “And you are?” Mr. Hampton asks. “I’m Bianca! The HR manager of this hotel,” Bianca replies. She tries to chum up with him but the man isn’t interested in her.

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“ I'm sorry “ the baritone voice was first to say and when we made eye contact I could see that the breath of the young handsome man whom I bumped into hitched and his gaze lingered on me for a while before he bent down to help me pick my phone which fell down. Awn! What a kind gentleman. I couldn't help but think why I had just been having encounters with handsome men since Lucas left my life. First,Henry, then Liam, now this man but of each three Liam was the most drop-dead gorgeous of them all. The man’s hands were still gripping my phone firmly even though his hands were already stretched. I grabbed the phone to collect but his grip on it was still strong. “ Ahem!! “ The sound of Liam cl

“We’ve been expecting you.” Clara nodded, offering a small, polite smile as she stepped in with Leo. Warmth immediately wrapped around them. It was a stark contrast to the cold outside. “I will be assisting you during your stay,” the man continued. “You may call me Mr. Han.” Clara raised and dropped her brows, it was a silent way to acknowledge what he'd said. His English was good for a Korean man. He gestured for them to follow, taking their bags with ease as he led them further inside.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

She was thinking that he might be bluffing. A man walked towards them. His big Chelsea boots made a rhythmical noise against the marble floor. He was in his mid-forties with a cheerful face, gray, shaggy hair, big round gray eyes, and a mustache that compliments his nose and mouth. "Mr. Kurai, I was looking for you, everywhere, and you are just here," he extended his hand to shake his. "What else can I do to help you, Mr. Principal?" Before the principal could say further, he noticed Mairin on his side.

why is she overreacting as if I just involved myself in an argument with a celebrity. I shook my head and ignoring her intense gazes starting to bake the cookie dough. " he is Mr Emir Blackiston, the famous savoury chef of the country and one of the owner of Yellow chillies" As soon as she said it, I froze in my position, I turned to meet her piercing gaze.. ok that's why she was pressing my hands to stop.. damn. Shanaya what did you do. "what... are you saying Manushi?? " I stammered at my own voice.

Nandini got a beautiful smile and she crease his name on the newspaper. " whenever i read any encounter news or terrorist attack news. I always found his name. Mr. Manik malhotra the king of mumbai. He is the head of the special encounter force and i have heard that he is hot as hell. " Navya said a little dreamily and nandini blushed unknowingly.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

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