Remember War Of The Son Korean Drama Novels & Stories

"Master, Young Master has been captured again. I'm afraid you'll have to take action this time…” Wayne Larson heard this and thundered, "Unf*ckingbelievable! I'd like to see who dares to touch my son!"

All of his men who were dragging Kyunghee immediately stopped and paid their respects to their most respected boss. "Good night. Who's he?" Park Kwan Soo asked his men. A policeman named Kim Junhyo saluted and answered Park Kwan Soo's questions clearly and straightforwardly. “This man is Cho Kyunghee, sir.” Junhyo answered firmly. Park Kwan Soo studied Kyunghee from head to toe. Observed like that, Kyunghee was even more excited to play with Park Kwan Soo. "Hello general. I am your son's best friend, Park Jung Soo. How is Jung Soo doing now? He hasn't shown up for a week. Is he okay?” Kyunghee's grin was full of cunning.

Breathing in the scent of fresh bread from Nora’s bakery, wafting in through my bedroom windows, a scent that once felt comforting, now often stirs a deep ache in my heart, a reminder that this is my new life, the life I have to live without him. My son, with his father’s eyes, is still asleep beside me, blissfully unaware of the weight that hangs over me. Since the war, life has been a delicate dance of survivors, well in my case not so delicate. I’d been so busy in the bakery and cafe recently that Nora told me I should take a break from it, but now I’m here, alone with only baby Carlo beside me, I have nothing to distract myself with, and all the kept in emotions come bubbling to the surf

a high schooler giggled to her sister. “Yeah. He is,” older sister was smirking at Suho. “I’m sure I can get hold of him.” “Wait, jagya! He looks familiar,” an elderly woman pointed to her husband. “Oh! I think you’re right,” her husband pulled down his spectacle ogling at Suho. “That’s Haneul Lee! I mean, it’s his son.” The older woman tapped her husband, “Oh, yes! He looks like his father. Good genes do run in the family. The girl is lucky.”

She didn't want her mother to suffer. Soo-Yun heaved a deep breath before saying anything. "Mom, I will go back to Jun-Sang's house." Her mother's eyes lit up with happiness. She hugged her daughter immediately and patted her back. "I am proud of you." Soo-Yun chuckled sadly through the pain. Her mother got up and headed back to her room. "Mom, how I tell you, he doesn't want me." "Soo-Yun." Jun-Sang whispered under his breath while drinking. "Stop drinking Jun-Sang already. You have been drinking since morning. Take some rest now." Haneul took a bottle of wine in his hand and glared at him. "Give it back." His gaze turned into a deep dark, causing Haneul to step back. "You are not Soo-Yun."

That alone made every single one of them scrawny to the bone. Park Ye Jun, Lee Ji Min’s best friend, stumbled whimpering as they reached the door of ICU, obviously thinking of what or rather who lay inside. But Kim Yo Han wrapped his arms around him, brushing his back, consoling though he needed it too. Even the sunshine of the group had no energy left as he was forcing himself not to break down. Jung Beom Seok's face was completely blank, not showing his members his vulnerable side. Kim Jae Hwa, the eldest, was watching their maknae, Lim Min Jun, carefully, eloquent that his favorite hyung is inside, fighting against death. Also that their maknae is a very delicate person and considers his

Just then, the door quietly opened from the outside, and a voice I knew all too well cut through the air. "I'm back…" At that moment, time seemed to freeze. My wife, Kayla Rowling, let her phone slip from her hand. It hit the floor with a sharp crack, shattering the silence. Her expression shifted from shock to disbelief, then to a deep, aching pain. "Kayla, what are you doing here?" We hurriedly pulled apart. Neither of us dared to meet her eyes. A heavy wave of shame and guilt tightened around my chest.