Nam Do Hyon Novels & Stories

I frown and keep flipping pages. After 45 minutes of rejections, I find a gorgeous, intelligent man—blond hair, bright blue eyes, and the prettiest teeth I’ve ever seen. His reason for donating: to give the gift of a child to someone in need. He’s in med school with a big family. I swoon reading his profile. “Ohhh, ohhh, oh!” I shout, jumping up. “What?” Brin asks. “I found him!” “Really? Let us see!” I turn the binder.

"I'm terrified of you, but I'm more afraid of living with his death on my hands when I knew better. So tell me, do you want a live brother, or a dead one and someone to blame?" He released me. Stepped back and pulled out his phone. "Someone will be here in twenty minutes." "Who are you?" "Frank Costello." He pocketed his phone. And you just saved my brother's life, which means you now have my complete attention, Dr...?" "Jane." The lie came automatically. "Just Jane." "Well, Just Jane." His gaze traveled over me like he was calculating my net worth. "I look forward to getting to know you better."

Halle said and hugged Nirvana "I'll love to join your agency, I want to be a singer like you" "Of course, you are welcome anytime.. Here is my card, you can call me" Nirvana said and she nodded "Alright.. bye my idol. Saranghae" she shouted after Nirvana ★Moonlight auditorium★ Nirvana walked up the stage and the large crown screamed. Liya wasn't an exception "Hi, I'm Nirvana McAdams" She waved and the crowd shouted

Doyoon, who commanded the highest stock at JJ currently and was the primary contributor to constructing the agency building, was the only person allowed an exception for him. “You two don't suit each other much. Hwang Doyoon, you're too good for it.” “I’ll properly hit the jackpot this time. Look forward to it.” Seo Jeong-woo was bothered by Hyeonsu. He recognized her skill and venom, but strangely, she was the type he couldn't warm up to from the start. Since Doyoon went that far, however, he intended to watch for now. “You guys will get hit with a heavy scandal this time.”

And there he was. Leaning casually against a pillar, wearing a hoodie and joggers, his hair messy and loose, those blue eyes locked onto hers. Mona swallowed hard. Damn. This man was dangerously gorgeous.

Remember, KY, this is all pretend… "How about you, DAMON? Let's take a look at your room?" KY asks. KY opens the door and finds a room that is a six-year-old boy's dream. Especially one who loves puzzles and dinosaurs as much as DAMON does. KY can tell that he's still a bit wary of ISAAC after the Lucky Charms debacle, and he's trying not to get too excited, but the fact that his little body is trembling lets KY know that he is.

It was a softer name, easier on the tongue than the sharp, Latinate edges of his given name. Ressi was not a giant of a man, standing about five feet seven inches, but he was hewn from wire and granite. His body possessed the lean, functional musculature of someone who had never known a day of leisure. There was no vanity in his build; his shoulders were broad from carrying sacks of maize, his forearms roped with veins from gripping hoes and machetes. He wore a faded, oversized t-shirt that had once been blue but was now a wash of indeterminate grey, and trousers that ended in frayed hems just above his bare, calloused feet. He held a long, dry stick in his right hand, absentmindedly poking

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

As Harry stepped up to the podium, Donovan sat poised in his seat, his eyes fixed on his opponent with an unreadable gaze. Dressed in a sharp suit, Donovan exuded an air of confidence and authority, his presence commanding attention even in the midst of a crowded auditorium. Boma's friend Hilda leaned over, her voice barely above a whisper. "Look at Donovan," she murmured, her eyes tracing the lines of his profile. "He's positively captivating, isn't he? So handsome and intimidating all at once." Boma felt her cheeks flush with warmth as she stole a glance at Donovan, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. She couldn't deny that her husband possessed a magnetic allure, his strong pre