Seung-hyun Choi Novels & Stories

__________ -AN HOUR EARLIER- [Kyunmi Seo's Point of View] I'm Kyun Mi Kim, the wife of Aromatized Perfume Company CEO Manuel Seo. Hae Soo Seo and Jacob Seo are our two children. I also came from a respectable family, much like my husband, but I never pictured myself as a simple housewife. My family was generous back then, so I formed some foundations or charities to support the shantytowns or even rural areas in South Korea. They said that happiness is all about money, but I believe that happiness comes from having a generous and pure heart. My family was the most valuable treasure that I had, especially my children.

I instructed. Adam nodded in affirmation picking up her phone. “Follow him closely but do not get involved until he gets in trouble,” she instructed over the phone. “Let's go back home,” I commanded. The driver nodded in affirmation and started the car. I looked back at Micheal as he tried to fight the people dragging him away, Joan stood there, her mouth open as though she had seen a ghost. Well…she has seen a ghost…who wouldn't be shocked after seeing a man that was involved in a car explosion and you saw his body to confirm his death.

Vren shakes his head, frowning. “Okay. That’s a no.” She placed it on top of the documents and kneeled to the floor, disappearing behind her desk. “You know, Audrey might be rubbing off on you. This is the first time I see you frown.” He stood stiff behind her desk. “Found it.” Kylie appeared, dusting her knees. She squinted at the yellow piece of paper. “He’s called Mark Sinclair.” There’s an agonizing wringing in his gut. That guy. The do-gooder Mark Sinclair. Audrey’s ex-fiancé. “Did he said anything?”

Angelique asked, confused. “Yeah. Trunks is his nickname, but his name is Juhoon Choi. He’s in Business, Level 200. He arrived last year, and he’s number one among the five S-Class students. He’s Korean-American — the son of the Korean business tycoon Seungmin Choi, CEO of H Holdings, and Xiaolin Feng, heiress of the Sash Conglomerate.” “You mean THE H and THE Sash?” Angelique repeated.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

It annoyed the hell out of him. A few moments later, a big male pushed his way through the crowd, gently moving the children out of the way in order to get to Leah. Theo watched with a scowl on his face as the male wrapped Leah in his thick arms and planted a kiss on her plump lips. Theo gritted his teeth as the kiss seemed to go on for ages amidst the catcalls and whistles coming from those around them. The couple seemed to forget they even had an audience as they tried desperately to suck each other’s faces off.

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Whispers followed. He saw Minister Choi across the room, holding court near a violent, beautiful sculpture of twisted metal and neon. Choi was in his sixties, impeccably dressed, with a smile that didn't reach his shrewd, assessing eyes. He excused himself and glided over, his own entourage falling back a step. "Mr. Bianchi," Choi said in flawless English, offering a slight, correct bow. "A pleasure to welcome you back to Seoul. Or perhaps, to welcome you for the first time in your new… capacity."

“Thank you. Hey, why don’t I show you around? After all, you are more than four weeks late. I think it’d help you adjust if you know your surroundings.” “That sounds great.” The two began their walk down the corridor and out the front door. “So, who was that with you?” Choi Li-na asked as they sat at an outside table. “Nathan. Oh, his Korean name is Naiting Dae-Jung He’s my brother’s manager,” Hae Mina replied as she relaxed in the chair. “Naiting Dae-Jung is your brother's manager. So, is your brother the newest member of Nightide?"

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.