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Or maybe Helga had an idea, but Patrice doesn’t. “Who are we going to tutor again?” Patrice asked. Helga looked at her with excitement in her eyes. “Have you heard of the group Infinite?” She asked her. Patrice shook head. “No. What’s that? Infinite? Are they kpop idols or anything?” She asked. Helga chuckled. “Well, they could be kpop idols. They look even better than those guys on TV you know!” she beamed. Patrice looked at Helga with interest.

How Han Gyoo-ryeon came to be exposed to such a danger. Hyeon-sin's hand holding the phone trembled, and no words came out. She merely exhaled a roughened breath quietly. After a moment, Muhyul's voice rang again. -It's an SS-rank class mission. Because the mission completion money is a whopping 300 million. *** July 4th. The penthouse of Ga Gye-yeong smelled of a human for some reason today. Because Han Gyoo-ryeon and Kim Gang-mu had come looking for him to drink alcohol blindly without a schedule, a drinking bout opened in the living room.

Elena stared at the building in front of her. There was writing in Hangul above the door. Earlier, she had heard Kim Jiwon refer to it as Korean Spa Yeo Yong Guk. A Korean spa that used a structured spa system based on traditional Korean medicine. The spa also used massage techniques and equipment tailored to each individual's condition. They were waiting for Jiwon, who needed to confirm the reservation again after making it over the phone the previous night. While waiting for the woman, Elena turned to her husband, who had been quiet since the previous night. After finishing her shower, she noticed something different about him. Whatever Bum Sik had discussed, it was clear her husband had a

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His perplexed expression widens the woman's smile even more. "Hye Su is the one who is getting married. My college buddy. Do you remember her?" So Eun asks Hyuk Soo once more. The actor is attempting to recall who Hye Su is, and after a brief pause, a familiar face appears in his mind. Kim Hye Su, a girl with short hair, is So Eun's close friend. Hyuk Soo nods slowly, recalling the person she mentioned.

On instinct I jump out of the car and instruct the driver to wait for me. I notice they bristle as I approach the large stone entrance and they move to block my path. “This is a private members club and you are not a member please leave immediately or we will remove you” their tone is definitive, no room for negotiation but I notice the elegant hostess behind them till her head as she looks at me, like she is trying to place me. A realisation dons on me, this is a high end sex club, vampires own them to mingle discreetly with humans, sex and blood sharing happens here, humans feel a euphoria when we drink from them and this is one for only the most privileged of both species.

Seo Jungwoo realized that a radiant spring day had finally found his life as well. "Ah, because it's a long holiday, it's truly good. To greet a sweet, delightful morning with you like this, Jungwoo. This must never be a dream. It must be reality unconditionally." As Yoo Kyungho gesticulated playfully, Seo Jungwoo also put on a robe and went out to the terrace while holding mix coffee inside a mug. The panoramic view of downtown Seoul looked down upon while taking a seat next to Yoo Kyungho's side was a grand spectacle indeed.

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.