Shin Yu-na Novels & Stories

She blurts out with irritation inside her voice. I notice Naya clears her throat. “Do we have an order yet?” She asks Chloe, changing the subject. She can just ask me. “Yeah. Do you want something to add? ” Chloe asks her but she looks bothered still. Naya shakes her head, “Uh, no. Do you have a partner already for the school trip?” She changes the topic. Chloe’s happily declares, “Yes. The one and only Adam Yung.” She places her head on my shoulder.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Secretly, Caitlyn prayed and hoped for an opportunity to show off as his partner to suffice again. She missed being close to him. She missed the body contact, his eyes, and his succulent lips. "Mr. King just arrived," Hannah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a warm smile as a response. She had instructed the lady to inform her of Martin's arrival as soon as he does. She stood up, her smile never leaving her face, and adjusted her shirt, even though it needed none. She tucked it into her trousers neatly and sat down, then opened her bag and brought out her makeup kits, did a little touch-up on her face, and gave a contented smile at her reflection in the small hand mirro

Maybe I'd check them out later. "I've heard of them. How many of their songs do you have?" "I have a lot of them", she said then put her phone on the table. I smirked. "Let's see how much of a fan you are. List the songs you have by them." She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Attack on Bangtan, blood sweat and tears, dope, lights, no dream, NO, DNA, ON, fake love, ma city, not today, my time, tear, timeless, run, save me, seesaw, fire. That's about all. Oh yeah, there's also their latest, 'dynamite'. It's cool."

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

The rest of us had never had any complaints about Mingyu being our leader whatsoever. Our eldest member, YoonJae, was one of our main vocalists. His given name was Yoon Jaehyeon but he found YoonJae way cooler for a stage name and went with that. He was 20 years old at the time of debut and had always been one of the most certain members of S.T.A.Y pre-debut. While I myself almost got cut twice, Jaehyeon had always held fast to his position. With how careful he was about fan-service and how good a producer he was, it really was no surprise. He was also a small-time model and had already played minor roles in two very popular movies. He was, for obvious reasons, the highest net-worth member o

she crossed her arms. “That crazy woman will kill me, I really need your help for that.” he pleaded, showing his puppy eyes to melt her heart and she flipped her hair, clearing her throat and said, “That... I will decide after looking at the condition myself.” she grinned, feeling good to act sassy in front of him after a long time. … Yoo-Na came towards Ji-Hoon's car walking elegantly in her fish-cut A-line black gown. Her whole gown was hugging her body perfectly with long sleeves, having fluffy frills at the end of them.

Seo-Jin takes Nina and starts walking forward, Jung-Hoon and Syanja walk behind them. 'So?? Tell me about yourself?" Syanja gazes at him and smiles. "I'm Syanja. Twenty three years old, I'm a novelist" He shakes his head and smiles. "I know this, tell me more.." She becomes confused and thinks for a while. "Umm, I don't know what to tell you, cause no one ever tries to know Me." They were again lost in each other's eyes, but someone interrupted them. "Maa Come here fast."

“Thank you, but it is better if you do not. I don't want you to get expelled.” “I will be expelled before I let someone bully another. Oh, before I leave, I’m curious to know. Who’s your favorite Nightide member?” Choi Li-na blushed, “My favorite has always been Jeremy. He’s so cute. Don’t tell him that.” Hae Mina laughed, “I won’t. See you later.” Hae Mina turned to see Cass strolling toward her. Several girls stopped their chatting and stared at Cass. Not one attempted to hide their blatant appraising.

Yuna had personally stitched a massive cross-stitch—red background, gold thread. The words read: “I’m sorry.” It was hung along the route Angela had to pass every time she returned to Crestwood Heights. Not only that, Yuna also opened a short-video account. Every day, she shared a post titled “How to Avoid Becoming an Evil Mother-in-Law.” It had hundreds of thousands of followers. Each video racked up hundreds of millions of views. It wasn’t over yet. The most absurd part was that Yuna had gone as far as writing, directing, and starring in a short drama herself.