Yang Hye-ji Novels & Stories

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

the radiant smile that she showed as she talked about her mother was evident enough for Jihyun to see that she meant each word. Getting out of her haze, she then continued, "Hana’s mom’s boutique focuses on wedding dresses and tuxedos. Her wedding dresses are to die for and it is absolutely beautiful. Sunmi and Serri unnie works for her mom and their services are the best!” Yura explain it in detail so Jihyun could understand and all the while Jihyun felt in awe at them and their moms.

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

Joe behind her, head cocked to one side admiring her briefly before he comes to his senses and lets the door close behind her. She and I are both just standing there staring at each other with that dumb look on our faces like a couple of damn kids. Well, I’ve got that look, she on the other hand, is breathtaking. Her hair is in a long braid pulled in front of her right shoulder, and she is biting her bottom lip as if she is nervous. How could someone make something as simple as jeans and a t-shirt look so damn sexy. Her chest is rising and falling as if she ran to get here, and I feel a sense of annoyance at the though of her discomfort.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Ash whispered to her as he looked at a few guys who were taking photos of them. " By sending her, you did, " Maya said as she pointed her finger at Azora and walked out. Her vision was a little blurry when she reached her room; dropping the bag on the floor, She took deep breaths. She did not want to take painkillers but it was worsening, She picked the water bottle and gulped down the tablets once again. the coldness of the floor send shivers to her body, but it felt nice, nor she wanted to get up neither she had the power to.

Dont take out turn on the Kareoke machine your your arguments. "You are already done with it Effie." Luna reminded her. "Let's just compare the scores." Yuri and Dal: 6879 Hea Jin and Nari: 8567 Ho Seok and Jae Hwa: 2261 Effie and Yuna: 7986 Jay and Luna: 6865 "Hae Jin and Nari are the winners!" "Yeah!" Hae Jin had an evil glint in his eyes staring at Ho Seok. Ho Seok glare wasn't any better too.

I think it's natural, considering myself Lee Umji lives in Korea and Kim Hana lives in New York with a much different stratum of life, how could Hansung, who is also Akira, coincide with me and Kim Hana? ***