Nona Choi Novels & Stories

She remained quiet head bowed, looking at her feet. "Impossible, you love that Demon you keep painting all these years?" Norcia said, in bewilderment. Theodora couldn't talk anything. She know-how it would look to others. Loving an imaginary man whom she is painting looks like stupidity. "You do realize how foolish it is looking from my point of view, don't you?" Norcia asked her a little angry. "I do" Theodora answered softly. His anger disappeared at her softly spoken words.

(ASHER'S POV) The meeting with the investors took some time and I was intentionally prolonging it because I wanted my stepmother to be gone before I come out but I would say I wasn't so lucky as the so-called fianceé of a girl quickly hugged me immediately I came out of the elevator. I groaned imagining myself punching her ugly face, I pulled her away and she smiled I found out that her smile wasn't as pure as the Melissa lady in my beach house. I couldn't stop thinking of that lady and comparing her to this ugly Chloe. Is it the impeccable perky milky boobs that she bares and her round and plump ass that I'm sure will be as soft as her body. "Ahhhhh!!!!! Asher are you fantasizing and insane

genius. I saw blues in that collection that I didn't even know existed. It was such a unique collection." She looked at Beau, saying, "I never knew you worked with Fress Astor. Why didn't you tell me?" Fress chuckled, saying, "Me and Beau go way back. As you can see we've had our fair share of disagreements so he doesn't like talking to me or about me he didn't even tell me you were coming today. Beau, I've never seen this beautiful woman around here. You should've told me we were going to have a beautiful guest at our meeting so I could wear something more appropriate instead of dressing casually. Is she a new model for the event?" Beau tightened his jaw, thinking, 'Keep it together Beau,

Ha-Yun advised with a supportive smile. "Thanks, Yun. Your wisdom and encouragement mean a lot," Kimora expressed genuinely. "Always here for you, Kim. You're my ride-or-die," Ha-Yun affectionately squeezed her friend's shoulder. "The feast is served," the waitress announced, placing a spread of tteokbokki, spicy noodles, kimbap, fried chicken, and a strawberry soju cocktail before them. It had been a while since Kimora indulged in Korean cuisine, and she was grateful to share this moment with Ha-Yun. The familiar taste brought her a sense of comfort.

Sienna: I stood frozen just inside the doorway of the conference room, every instinct in me screaming for me to turn around and walk right back out. But I couldn’t. Not with Giovanni’s eyes locked on mine. “Please,” he said smoothly, gesturing to the seat across from him. “Don’t let me interrupt your work day. But I do believe that you should have known that the two of us have been scheduled a meeting.”

she answered, though there was still a thread of doubt in her voice. Josh chuckled under his breath. “I like the way you put that.” Ivy scoffed, though her cheeks flushed pink. “Stop making me even more nervous, Josh. I’m serious.” “So am I.” He reached for her hand, holding it firmly. “Now, tell me—what do you know about Mrs. Choi?” Ivy drew in a deep breath. “Gallery owner. Loves talking about art. Danny said I shouldn’t give long-winded opinions—just listen with respect. If I seem humble, she’ll appreciate it.”

Cole. "I thought it would please him." He bowed deeply. "Could you ask Mr. Cole to be lenient? "I worked so hard to reach this position. My family depends on me." I looked at him. "Mr. Walker, I'm here to finish my resignation." The design department lost all its arrogance. Nora and I had one last meal together. She was excited as she told me everything that had happened. "Sophie, you should have seen how proud Vanessa and her little followers were before. Now they're just as embarrassed.

he explained, his voice smooth and confident, hoping to spark a flicker of recognition in her eyes that would bridge the gap of their brief encounter. “Mr. Choi?” Her voice carried a note of surprise, laced with curiosity, "Did he say Mr. Choi? She drew nearer to the screen, squinting to see him better through the grainy video feed. Rubbing her eyes to shake off the remnants of damp water from her shower. Dynasty struggled to come to terms that he did say his name was Choi. It was an even more unexpected and yet exhilarating prospect of this second meeting, her heart racing with excitement and intrigue.

Then I square my shoulders and head into Principal Choi’s office. The space is homey and welcoming; smelling of lavender and draped with Persian carpets and tapestries, with a large mahogany table and a black swiveling chair. Trophies and fifteen lifetime’s worth of achievements are on display on the walls and in a transparent display case in the corner. However, the warmth of the space is diluted and sucked dry by Principal Luna Choi’s imposing presence behind the desk. “Take a seat.” She orders coldly. I oblige, keeping my eyes on her.

Groid Choi, the third leader of HongYoonChoi. He's a stern man who can compete with Himalayas with his cold attitude. Some called him Armeria Maritina, a kind of flower that grows on a cliff which no one can pick. That's suitable nickname for an ignorant person like him. But unknown to many, Groid Choi once appeared vulnerable in front of the woman he loved. In fact, she was the only one who tamed the icy cold strict man, who always goes by the book.