Stand Up Guy Manwha Novels & Stories

"Wait. Wha?-" They stood underneath a palm tree his view more unbelievable than the wavering water, he stood facing the man wet dream were made of. Watching Wayo and Pha disappearing from sight all that remained was a very handsome Ming, standing cross armed. Focusing on his arm all Kit could focus on was his biceps and how they felt holding him hostage, face flushing his embarrassment. "We fine? We don't need to talk."

and threw another punch at him. Lee Kang Jun sighed inwardly. He returned the same ‘welcome gift’ to his friend, “Hehh… You know that no one can kill me, so stop worrying.” Both the friends were having a unique ‘reunion’. “Enough!!!” A sturdy cold voice rang in the place. “Run 50 laps of the ground,” the voice continued. Both of them stopped fighting and looked in that direction. A tall muscular man was standing straight. Irrespective of his few grey hairs, his aura was still fresh and overbearing. Once upon a time, this person was their nightmare.

"Who is she?" He glanced at it. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he said, coolly, "A friend." I kept my voice from shaking. "Do friends need to kiss?" "She's a Fremorian. That's how they greet," he said, deadpan. I laughed bitterly and pressed the point. "You have prosopagnosia. Tens of thousands filled that concert, and she was in plain black. So how could you spot her right away?" There was a beat of silence before Andrew said, "We grew up together."

a bulky guy in a leather jacket replied. “Ya! Suho.” A guy with a plaster on his face spoke. He was the same guy who bullied Go-eun the first time. “Don’t play almighty here. “ “We just made things simpler for you. Look at you now, you get what you deserved.” Added a lanky man sporting a hip hop ensemble of low-waisted jeans and an oversize shirt.

She quickly shoved me hard, terrified that I might suddenly attack and hurt her Kyle. But in that moment, Kyle's hidden hand came out. A bottle came crashing down on my head. The bottle shattered. Blood streamed from my head. "A stand-in daring to make demands? Who do you think you are?" Kyle's face twisted with rage. As I stood there dazed, he grabbed another bottle and kept smashing it against my head. The bodyguards just watched as red wine soaked my entire body. They even took a step back, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

But quickly, Hana grabbed Haekyo's body and held the man's arm, until finally Haekyo was able to stay in his position without falling on the floor. "Aa I can't sit here." Haekyo said in an innocent tone. Hana smiled gently at Haekyo and told him to stand up first before he helped the man to climb onto a fairly high pantry chair. "Okay, now oppa can go up. I'll hold this pantry chair." Hana said softly as she put her hands on the right and left side of the pantry chair. Then Lee Haekyo immediately got up and landed his butt smoothly on the chair. The man clapped his hands playfully and burst out laughing afterward.

After Poppy Steele, the heiress of the Steele family, loses her sight, my brother, Trevor Nott, breaks off their engagement and moves abroad. Left with no other choice, my parents ask me—their adopted son—to replace Trevor as a form of compensation. I take meticulous care of her for five years until she regains her sight. Just as she is about to marry me, Trevor appears at the wedding holding a bouquet of flowers, gets down on one knee, and confesses his love to her. The usually aloof Poppy bursts into tears. She throws away her wedding ring and runs to him, asking why he has only shown up now. I instantly become the laughingstock. I don't make a fuss, though. I change out of my suit a

On my first day at the villa, the production team hands me a mission card. I read it. "Welcome to 'Where's the Straight Guy?', a reality show where 12 male contestants will be living together for one month. Only one of them is straight, while the others are gay. Every week, two people will be voted out. If the hidden straight guy makes it to the end, he'll win ten million dollars." I'm at a loss for words for a few seconds after I finish reading. Then, I look up at the director. "Your team does know what the words 'male contestant' mean, right?" The director looks me over—my short hair, black hoodie, chest hidden under a sports bra, and my five-foot-nine height—then checks the applicatio

"Let's go Jae Joon! I think the handsome guy is out. Why can't we understand Korean properly ahhh?! Min-ah frustratedly sighed loudly making Jae Joon strut ready to act. He pulled her for a run. Endeavoring between the crowd, they finally made it to the first line, now standing just a few inches away from the man. Min-ah grimaced in frustration as exertions dripped down her face. Jae Joon, on the other hand, was appalled and exhilarating at the same time, not knowing what's coming their way the kids stood there to gaze at the man that looked alike and radiated some kind of mutual energy.

Why hasn't the favorability reached 100% yet? It had been stuck for several months already. [Host, don't worry... wait...] At the same time, the room suddenly turned noisier as the students sitting around Finn stood up. Finn watched as they rushed to meet a young man walking in leisurely through the east entrance of the bar. The young man looked about 21 or probably 22. He had a really long height of about 6'3 or 6'4. His features were impeccably perfect. He looked like he mistakenly entered the bar after stepping out of a manhwa. His presence filled the room with light and power.