Unconditional Jaehyun Novels & Stories

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

That alone made every single one of them scrawny to the bone. Park Ye Jun, Lee Ji Min’s best friend, stumbled whimpering as they reached the door of ICU, obviously thinking of what or rather who lay inside. But Kim Yo Han wrapped his arms around him, brushing his back, consoling though he needed it too. Even the sunshine of the group had no energy left as he was forcing himself not to break down. Jung Beom Seok's face was completely blank, not showing his members his vulnerable side. Kim Jae Hwa, the eldest, was watching their maknae, Lim Min Jun, carefully, eloquent that his favorite hyung is inside, fighting against death. Also that their maknae is a very delicate person and considers his

while pointing her thumb finger on her own chest. The girl named Son Hyun Ah has an eye color of ebony brown, blonde hair, petite; stands at merely five feet, she also had a white complexion skin. A complete Korean description. “How come you arrived early? Didn't you encounter the snowstorm from last night?” Aerith asked, curiously, while raising her brows and arms crossed to her chest. “Oh! Well, I let ‘em use the Amtrak. Simply as that,” Hyun-Ah shrug her shoulder as she answered to Aerith's query. It's as if she's saying that she finds a way not to experience the snowstorm.

Its doors opened almost in sync, and out stepped a figure that pulled every ounce of air from my lungs. Tall. Perfect posture. Hair styled within an inch of perfection. That same smug calm that used to make entire magazine crews whisper. Jaehyun. And right beside him, wearing oversized sunglasses and a designer coat even in the heat, was Yuna. The “young” model he left me for. For someone in her early twenties, she looked like a ugly plastic doll constructed by a psychopathic cosmetic surgeon. I froze. Vincent turned, catching the shift in my expression instantly. “Vivian?”

She wasn’t going to fall for his ploys any longer and she was going to enjoy her life the best she could. The news about Minho and his humiliating defeat spread like wildfire. It spread so far that it reached Yuna’s cousin’s house; Kim, Haemi. She was Yuna’s cousin from her father’s side. General Junho had 2 brothers and their names were Namjun and Dongwoo. Junho was the oldest out of the three. Namjun was the second oldest son and the current right Prime Minister. Dongwoo was the youngest and he was also Haemi’s father.

she assures me with a kind smile. The blonde girl—whoever she is—doesn’t say anything, but I feel her eyes on me for a moment longer before turning back to Madam Kingsley. I exhale quietly, wishing the ground would swallow me up already. “Miss Daniels, welcome to your senior year,” Madam Kingsley says in her usual cheery tone—the one I’ve already decided must be permanently wired into her personality. “This is a new student joining you this year, Hades Giovanni.” She gestures toward me like she’s presenting a prize, and I shift awkwardly under the weight of her enthusiasm.

(nothing happened, there has been some changes so I am currently the one leading the team at the merger branch) “joayo abojiga iron jarireul juneun go gwaenchaneuseyo”( okay that’s good, are you okay with your Dad giving you this position? ) Seojoon asked his friend knowing how Dae-Hyun felt about his Dad giving priority to him at the office

But go to any family gathering on his father’s side, and suddenly it was, Raejun this. Raejun that. Like he wasn’t a person, just a surname carved into a throne. And now? Now he’d agreed to model. Not because he wanted to. Not because it sounded fun. But because saying no would’ve been a death sentence. Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. Literally. Han Jaehyun didn’t tolerate disobedience from his son. Kai knew that better than anyone. He dragged himself back to his bed, finished his assignment in record time with hands that weren’t exactly steady, then pulled out his phone.

The woman in hanbok inquired with a boxy smile. "Young lady, are you free this weekend?" "Ahh-yes!" "Great then, how about meeting this weekend? I can't wait to play with them." "Uhm-sure. why not!" Jin-Ae replied whilst the confused part of her led her to flicker her eyes multiple times as she tried to manage a profound smile on her face. Min-ah untightens her grip, trotted to Jae Joon, helped him come down from the couch and bought him next to their mom.

He laughs again, and I finish unfolding the paper to extend to its full size, seeing a neatly written paragraph in the middle. “Here we go.” I smile at Jyeon, who’s shaking his head and giving Yoonah strange warning glances. It’s in jest, but he’s glaring to drive it home that he has no chance. “I, Sohla Iona Kim, stand here today ready to step into a second chance at happiness. Having been lost, I managed to find myself and what I wanted in life, even though it brought me full circle. I’m grateful that it gave me a chance to realize my love for you was limitless and strong and that only you would make me happy, even when you have a younger, hotter brother who adores me too!” I burst out lau