Oshi Ko 소설 & 이야기

No wonder I couldn’t express myself the way I wanted to. My eye caught on the Narwhal Imperial Stout. 10.2%, that’ll help drown out this humiliation. I leant across the bar to reach for it - “Koos kansloos!” Lars suddenly shouted. I think the drink had gone to his head already – he's getting even louder than normal.

I moved it to Alpha Kilhan’s plate, and just when I turned the spoon over, Betty slid her plate underneath, causing the skewers to fall on her plate. I raised my head to look at her, wondering why she did that. “Kilhan doesn’t eat seafood. He’s allergic.” She uttered with a smile. “He prefers salmon.” She added, putting some salmon on his plate. “Thank you, Betty.” He answered with a grin. I let out a feeble smile and sat down as I continued to eat my food in silence. ‘I really don’t know anything about him.’

CHAPTER 6.1 She gets on my motorbike as she sits behind me before I speed off to a nearby cafe which also serves some really fresh fruit bowls and really great fruit shakes freshly picked from their fruit garden located on the back of their shop. I parked my motorbike as I entered the cafe called OFF SHORE with Merry walking next to me. We sat on a table for two and ordered fruit bowls and cold fruit shakes. She ordered Berry Bowl which was mostly composed of different kind of berries and a few legume under the strawberry flavor yogurt with a chocolate and banana fruit shake while I ordered Super Bowl which mostly composed of different kinds of fruits with yogurt in it and my favourite mango

What surprised me was the bruises on his half-naked body and his being chained to a collar with a stars-damn leash. When Jase collars and leashes, it’s fun. I don’t mind being his hound, but when we play, Jase has never once abused me like what has been done to Carson. Did Razor ever give him a safe word? Probably not, since his play isn’t sexual regarding men. It’s mental. Mine is Dorayaki. It’s my favorite dessert I get whenever I visit Japan on business with Ryder. They are mini pancakes that sandwich savory meats and red bean paste between them. Yum!

He had guessed to take things slow for now so as not to freak the woman out. “What was this place called again?”, she asked her gaze back at the view. He turned his head towards the wonderful sight. “Kósmima.” The silver-haired woman turned her head towards him, meeting his red eyes glowing from the sun. “Kósmima? What does that mean?”

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song. Then.. 🎶 I should have lied, I should have cheated, Baby I should have went out to the club, Oh baby I, I should have played you Cause you don’t appreciate me. Ohhhhhh 🎶 - Keisha Cole 🎶 I can’t believe I believe everything we had would last, so young and naïve of me to think she was from your past, can’t believe I fell for your schemes. I am so smarter than that. I wasss wronggggg🎶

Karina snapped *** Note : *Oji-san : Uncle in Japanase

"Moshi Moshi! Good afternoon, Ma'am or Sir! This is Jutsiken Ramen House. May I know your order?" "What can I say here, Hyungs?" she asked on the other line. "Edi, you will probably say your orders!" "Just read what's on the paper." "Hello? Uh, three Shako-" "What Shako? That's Shio Riki!" "Is it Shio? I don't understand Wakin hyung's letter. Sorry Miss, let's take two. Three orders of Shio ramen, two Shoyu, and one Cashu rice." I wrote that on the paper and asked for their drinks.

She had a vaguely relieved smile on her lips as she crashed into Nikolss and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, hello Doria." Nikolas murmured. "It isn't like you not be prepared for dinner." So this was Doria, the model fiancee of Nikolas Sica who probably hated me already. Yikes. I eyed her curiously. She was a living walking Monalisa. Her skin was a delicate porcelain hue, her lips full and rouge and her mannerism implied she was a woman in full sync with her femininity. She seemed a few years older than me, perhaps twenty eight.