Won-jong Jin Novels & Stories

And finally, the man who greeted her with a smile, but didn't look Elena in the eye. One of her eyebrows rose. This last one was a little different. Without realizing it, she observed the last man. "Ah, his name is Joonseo. He's the youngest in our group," Jin Woo said. "Oh, okay. Nice to meet you all. Sorry for disturbing you while you were eating here. We'll be leaving now," she said with a smile. "You don't have to rush. You were here first. Please continue. I see you still have a lot of food left."

"He owns a construction company. He's been working with Judy Hills and... his name is Samuel Bright." Blood rushes through my veins as I process the information. Baek Jiwon. The name reverberates in my mind, making me hope that what I'm thinking about is wrong. I've never wanted to be wrong in my whole life, but right now, it feels like a desperate wish. "How do you know him?"

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.

I was bursting with anger whereas he sat calm. “I had paid a very high amount for you to buy you as maid. I can’t waste my money on hiring maids when I already have you. You are obliged to do house chores or return the money I bought you with instantly.” He vicious and cruel planing left me shocked and helpless. “You are a brute. I hate you!” I hissed disgustedly but he had no expression on his face whatsoever. “Miss, kindly sit down. What work will it be only some cleaning and cooking. All women and wife do that. Is will be alright.” Mr. Kim spoke for the first time intervening us.

His funny, loving and cute Cilia was gone forever. He bowed his head in more regret as he cursed the day he met the gold digger that used and ditched him. The bitch that's making him wallow in regret and self-pity right now.... SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA "Let's take ten everyone." Jae Young said as he removed his guitar from his body and dropped it. He stared at Jian who was sitting down on a couch in the studio room while her attention was on her phone. "Jikeum meohaeyo Jian?(What are you doing now Jian?)"

” “Now that I’ve told about myself, are you ready to tell me about yourself?! We do not have to dive into anything heavy, just about you. Current hobbies, work life etc.” “Hi I’m Capri, I’m 31 years old and I a currently a SM at a chain of acquisition convenience stores. My hobbies includes reading, painting and paddle boarding.” “I’ve been anxious and maybe a little depressed lately.”

He asked in surprise, "How do you know about that?" Kim Jihyun said, "Lee Joongki from Koryo Medical College just left from here. His father is Li Mintae and the person in charge of the delegation's translators. He is also one of the members of this exchange meeting. I saw your name on the representatives' list of the Shanghai Medical College from him, so I called you." Qin Haodong did not speak, but listened quietly. He felt that Kim Jihyun was not just chatting with him. There must be something else to say.

Angelique asked, confused. “Yeah. Trunks is his nickname, but his name is Juhoon Choi. He’s in Business, Level 200. He arrived last year, and he’s number one among the five S-Class students. He’s Korean-American — the son of the Korean business tycoon Seungmin Choi, CEO of H Holdings, and Xiaolin Feng, heiress of the Sash Conglomerate.” “You mean THE H and THE Sash?” Angelique repeated.

I made it clear. Relaxingly, Violet nodded slowly. "Yeah, Song Joongki is married, and it breaks me. It hurts every time I remember it!" Violet exclaimed, then bit her lip to hold back her tears. I held my forehead, massaging it gently, because somehow my head hurt so much. Song Joong-ki is a Korean artist, right? Yeah, he's reportedly married to a fellow artist. But Isn't it too much to be upset because of her idol? "Violet, have you ever been hit by someone?" I asked slowly.

“He fell in love. Or, rather, he believed he did. Her name was Yuna. Yuna Kim. A rising star in the Seoul art scene. Beautiful, talented, and from an… acceptable family. It was a perfect match, or so everyone thought. The golden boy and his dazzling muse. He was utterly besotted. He followed her to gallery openings and funded her exhibitions. He was planning to propose.” He paused, letting the image sink in. A Jin in love. A Jin planning a future. It was so alien, so incongruous with the man who’d drafted a contract for a fake girlfriend, that it felt like a story about a stranger. “And?” I prompted, my voice barely a whisper.