Sung Min-jung Novels & Stories

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

"Why did you say this, Chili? I like you because you are Cecilia. I'm seriously wanted to stay with you. Not just for my entertainment." "Then, if I'm not Cecilia, do you still like me?" His brain froze for several seconds. All he managed to said was, "What did… you mean?" "The truth is, I'm not Cecilia Lancia. My name is Han Ji Eun. An ordinary girl who come from South Korean, a country in another dimension. The reason why I'm here because I have to make amend for my previous action." She rose from her chair and bowed deeply. "I'm really sorry for giving you the troubles. You can reconsider our relationship. I will take all the responsibility because of deceiving you."

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

Compared to Augustine, he was nothing but a child trying to find himself in Augustine’s castle, and that is why Augustine felt no threat, he was not being proud, but rather, he had something to support his actions. “A pleasant evening, My Lady, Master Kings. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jung Loevan or better yet known as Jungsook. I am a french-Korean and an idol of GDE Entertainment from HIT kpop group. It was nice to finally meet you.” for a Korean man, he was fluent with his English accent and vocabulary. Allana soon understood who he was and nodded her head politely. If she remembered correctly, at Jindo Island, there was a person who was being chased by fangirls and they helped hi

She fell asleep as she laid on the bed. The next morning, Soo-Yun took a last glance at her through the mirror and let out a deep sigh before heading out of the room. Soo-Yun was passing by the living room, catching Jun-Sang’s attention. He was about to stop her but stopped at his track as his gaze landed on a cob female. Soo-Yun shared with her a warm hug, making Jun-Sang more confused. The cob female bowed at Jun-Sang as he entered the hall. Soo-Yun rolled her eyes and sighed. “Jun-Sang, she is my old friend, Kim Min-Ji.” His eyes widened as he got to know about her. They all were in the same school. Jun-Sang walked to her and shared a brotherly hug with her. “Miss you sis,” she was like a

But Hansung himself? "Min Junho , believe me it's not me." "I've met a woman named Lee Umji, and you guys have very similar faces. But this is clearly Hansung, right?" Min Junho said showing the photo. I'm speechless. I don't know where began to explain about this photo, but I am must to try, alright? ***

she said and punched me on my arms. “I'm just making you laugh. Your sadness is as visible as the beauty you have in your face. Eunbo Kim-sunbaenim right? I'm Minhyun. Minhyun Seo, hoping to have his own rosemary,” I said and smiled sweetly at her as I held out my hand. “I can't get the rosemary joke. But anyways, nice to meet you Minhyun,” she said and showered me with three tangerines at the same time then she smiled foolishly.

“A… file” “For what?” “play it." Ha-Yoon demanded. Ho-Jim didn’t want to argue with him but he still did. However, he decided to play whatever was inside anyway. The screen turned black, and then showed three pictures of three people standing next to each other. "Tae-Min, Ji-Sui and Hyung-Shi?" Ho-Jim asked in disbelief. "They are related." "What do you mean?" Ho-Jim asked, "Hyung-Shi is the brother of Tae-Min and Ji-Sui is the wife of Tae-Min."

"Scarlett." ******

Angel Angel groaned as the music from his sister's radio blared in through his open bedroom door. He was having the best dream ever all about Sarah. It was so real: her beautiful eyes, her lips; he could even taste them. Who knew how far the dream may've gone. He frowned, listening to the music that interrupted his fantasies. His sister Sofia was only sixteen, but she'd recently discovered The Beatles and was blasting their music every chance she got. To top it off, the blow dryer was roaring.