Suho Lee Novels & Stories

He stared back at his phone's screen and ended the call. "Let's go," he grabbed for her hand again and walked to the backstage entrance. They were met by a tall, skinny girl named Leila, who was apparently the concert production assistant. She ushered them to the steel balusters that separated the premium concert-goers from the VIP. She handed them both complimentary bottles of Goose Island beer, which was the main sponsor of the event. Soon, Jesse and K were already in the VIP pit. K looked up at the stage, her jaw dropped and her blue eyes widened as she saw Brandon Boyd already walking up to the mic in the center. The synth started to reverb, then came in the bass, guitar and drums. The c

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.

I was just Annie, but I had eyes. The journey back to Silver Sword territory took exactly three long days. Every step was like a mountain to crush. My twins, Leo and Laman, were only eight months old, and they already had too much power even with their small bodies. Very quickly in the morning, I strapped tight against my chest and back in soft cloth slings. Their warmth pressed into my skin, but their strong Alpha scent was filling me up. I applied herbs to their clothes instantly, to keep them safe from danger.

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

“He just told me. She seems to have been sick already and the thing is, the bullet hit her liver. She needs a transplant urgently,” “I can donate…” “I will be the one to donate it, Dean.” Kai said, stopping me. “I owe to her, and you are a smoker, I won’t even mention your drinking habits. She needs the purest, and I have stopped them for a while now. But I can bet on everything that I have that you drink scotch more than you drink water throughout your day.” I froze, looking at the man and he smiled. He wrapped his arm around my neck before looking toward the door where I knew Arianna was being taken care of.

his eyes find the kids behind me "but I don't think they are” I turned towards them and indeed, they were trembling with fear and some of them are badly bruised. But only one of them stands out the most to me. “Lee” I murmured “Do you know him?” Mason questions. “I do” I met Lee when I was 20, he was this six-year-old kid who was full of life. Even though he was homeless, he still managed to be happy all the time. I would visit his favorite location and bring him food, change of clothes and give him money. Sometimes I would stay and vent to him.

As she pulled back, swallowing his cum, I hitched my thumb toward the door. “We’re done here,” I said, and Sadie glared at me but didn’t dare to complain as she slipped off the end of the bed and crossed the room to gather her clothes, still pulling them on as she exited my room. “Is it just me, or is it about time to find a fresh pussy?” Teague asked, cleaning himself off before pulling his Levis back on. I kicked back on my bed, reaching over to grab an unlit joint and a lighter. I flicked the lighter and took a nice, long inhale, eyeing Teague.

Perhaps he also had doubts about my paternity. My name is Mia Leon, daughter of Felix Leon, a man feared by many. He had gained the nickname "life snatcher" due to his lack of compassion and unwillingness to show any sort of weakness, even towards his own family. He had even killed his own uncle over a card game. As for me, I was always a burden to him. His only interests were drugs, money, women, and being the ruler of the cartel. My thoughts were broken when my friend Kara spoke.

Leo forced a smile before heading over to the bottles of whiskey and tumblers on a tray in the side and pouring three glasses of scotch. He then handed one to Blair, one to Alpha Haden and took a sip of the third himself. Alpha Haden turned to me, "You don't like scotch, Luna?" "She doesn't drink," Leo said before I could even think of a response, "I don't allow it." "I see," Alpha Haden said with a nod, "How old are you darling?" "Seventeen," I said. Alpha Haden's eyes lit up, "So young and sweet... and innocent..."

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.