Su Hyeok Novels & Stories

It was here that she sought to gather vital information about her mission. Her name was Jeong Hyeo-ri, known as Park So-hee, an undercover agent with exceptional martial arts skills, working in the Private Investigative Unit in Yongsan-gu, Seoul, South Korea. To the outside world, she appeared strong and resilient, but deep within, she carried the weight of a shattered soul.

"Please don't go. I won't come any closer. Just listen to me from there." In Ha's half-moving body slowly straightened her legs. "Who are you? Why are you following me?" "My name is Seo Hyun Jae." Hyun Jae started. All night long, he thought about what to say to convince the girl to come with him. Half of his contract money would be gone if he didn't succeed. The girl before him looked emaciated. Her hair was shoulder-length and disheveled. Her skin was full of dirt. Her clothes were barely decent, but her eyes were blazing. She was like a stray cat ready to pounce if someone disturbed her.

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

Jesse's eyes darted across the room. A dark-haired girl on the other side of the floor caught his attention. She was swaying, almost worshipping, surrendering to the enchanting melody. It was as if she was trapped in her own world, caught in a binding spell. She was holding her beer bottle way up in the air, eyes closed. Her lashes looked like thick, dark curved lines from afar. Her radiant light olive skin glowed in the dim yellow lights of the Castello. She looked spectral, ethereal, like a dream.

So she put on her prettiest smile and proceeded to dazzle the crowd. "Ah… I'm hungry." Sochun scratched the back of his head and pushed his unruly long-hair behind his ears. He pulled out his phone to order some food when he caught a pretty lady staring at him in the corner. He grinned his usual charming smile and casually walked up to her to introduce himself–not like she did not already know who he was. Everyone on campus did. He was Paek Sochun, and his father's talent agency was one of Korea's top ten, so even though he could not stand his old man, he had to admit that being his son came with all the perks.

I followed him, unsure of why we were here. “Hi, welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?” The cashier said this with a bright smile. Who's that happy at seven in the morning? “Five” was all Six said. The cashier nodded before her, and Six grabbed my arm and took me to the kitchen. “I don’t think we're supposed to be back here.” He ignored me as we walked past the kitchen and into what looked like an office. There was no one there, and apparently, that was the point. He signaled for me to sit down, which I did before the door opened. It revealed a guy who’s slightly shorter than Six but isn’t any less intimidating, especially with his equally taut muscles. He looks Spanish with his rich, bl

"Scarlett." ******

For the first time in months, she experienced a sense of tranquillity, evident on her serene face. _____ The next day, Hiya's brother had initially planned to ask her to leave the house, but upon his wife's insistence, he allowed her to stay. Sneha, his wife, was quite cunning. She believed that by keeping Hiya at home, she could make her do all the household chores like a maid without having to pay her. They agreed to keep Hiya for their own benefit. Hiya's initial relief at being allowed to stay with her family was short-lived. Instead of the support and compassion she expected, she found herself subjected to constant household chores, often late into the night. Her family, exploiting her

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

"Hello bro! By the way, this is my sister Jeyah Abee, but you can call her Jeyah." The man looked at me and smiled. "Hi Jeyah, my name is Hyungmin. Nice meeting you," he offered his hand to me. The three of us had a few casual talks while waiting for the time for us to go to the wedding hall. I was enjoying talking with Hyungmin because he was fun to be with. I did not have any problem with our conversation because he can fluently speak English. Well, I found out that he works as a bank manager at Hana Bank, located in Gangnam-gu. He is three years older than my brother but he looks like Andre's age. No wonder because Korean people were very conscious about their skin.