Saeran Choi Novels & Stories

I explained. She turned to me, and I snagged back. I could feel enormous danger signals emanating from her. Her aura was quite deep but not as deep as Ryu’s; the gap was much. I gulped down the fear that had been built up in my heart, facing her head-on. “And you are?” “Samantha, Alpha Ryu’s personal maiden.” I replied. “What happened to Timothy, and why is a lady his personal assistant?” She kept the questions coming. “Sir Timothy died by the sword of truth, and there’s no defender preference for being a chief maid. Any more questions?”

David made a face of disbelief. "Her name is Shin. She's a foreign girl that I didn't even recognize beforethen when you told me it was Shireen's house, I kept convincing myself that she really was Shireen. Even though I felt something was different but I continued to convince myself. I couldn't believe it when he said he was Shin, not Shireen. I even thought that she had amnesic and forced her to stay with me. And yesterday, I had thrown him out very cruelly for feeling lied to. Then, once this unexpected thing has happened, who is at fault and who should I blame?"

Always attentive. Christian rewarded her staff a grin that gives her glimpses of Vren. There was no denying their blood relation. The good looks and the playful mischief runs in the family. She blinks, turning her attention back to the swooning people on the table. “We all know Christian Parkinson is the editor in chief of Bachelor which rivaled and partnered with our Sassy in more ways than one.”

Choi Henna while taking Lily’s hand and taking her to the sofa. Mrs. Choi Henna was at the same batch as Lily’s mother and was her biggest fan to exist. She used to follow Lucy Kim everywhere. She wanted to be her best friend but the position was booked by Hayoon (Eun Ji’s mother), Eun Ae (Young Ho’s mother) and Lina (Min Jun’s mother). Four of them were considered ethereal beauties of that time. The group was very talented and popular.

Compared to Augustine, he was nothing but a child trying to find himself in Augustine’s castle, and that is why Augustine felt no threat, he was not being proud, but rather, he had something to support his actions. “A pleasant evening, My Lady, Master Kings. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jung Loevan or better yet known as Jungsook. I am a french-Korean and an idol of GDE Entertainment from HIT kpop group. It was nice to finally meet you.” for a Korean man, he was fluent with his English accent and vocabulary. Allana soon understood who he was and nodded her head politely. If she remembered correctly, at Jindo Island, there was a person who was being chased by fangirls and they helped hi

She wasn’t going to fall for his ploys any longer and she was going to enjoy her life the best she could. The news about Minho and his humiliating defeat spread like wildfire. It spread so far that it reached Yuna’s cousin’s house; Kim, Haemi. She was Yuna’s cousin from her father’s side. General Junho had 2 brothers and their names were Namjun and Dongwoo. Junho was the oldest out of the three. Namjun was the second oldest son and the current right Prime Minister. Dongwoo was the youngest and he was also Haemi’s father.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

I was personally excited about the fact that the Reigns would be getting her own Champion who would protect the people from every danger and guide them from every distress. I was excited so on the night of the night of Guirgon Moon’s arrival, I left Ciril in the courtyard— at a safe corner and inside her baby basket, and went to the borders of the Central Reigns where I plucked a rare and beautiful flower, the Blue Puya flower, which I intended to give to the chosen Champion as gifts once I returned. I was especially attracted to this flower so I knew the Champion would like it.

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

It shimmered faintly, soft and refined, the kind of piece that spoke of grace and tradition. “What do you think?” She asked, turning to face me. “About?” Looking at the jewels that she was choosing from. “This one?” she asked, holding it up. “It’s… proper. Elegant for those to see. And I believe that it does not scream arrogant as much.” Her fingers brushed over the second. It was heavier, a solid gold collar, sculpted into the shape of a coiled serpent, its tail looping toward its head. Tiny garnets glinted where its eyes were set, fierce and alive even in stillness.