Yang Kai Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I spoke too soon, huh.” “Sorry about that Mike.” Leah stepped in beside me. She then turned to me and introduced me to him. “Selina, this is Mike Lawson, he’s a Mavi.” “Hello,” I reached out my hand for a shake which he gladly took. A Mavi, he’s from the South. “Mike Lawson at your service m’lady.”, he bowed down after he let go of my hand. I awkwardly stood there. Leah chuckled at my reaction. “You’ll get used to it. You’re royalty after all.”

I say, then I take a step back. “You forgot one thing,” Kai starts, “What is your brother’s name, and how can we find him?” He then pulls out the knife and tosses it to the side. “His name... His name is Alyosha. He is tall, covered in rune tattoos and looks like me, just with a shaved head. Find Vanya; she will lead you to him.” Kai looks at Konstantin and nods, then he punches a fist through Ilya’s chest and pulls out his still-beating heart. Ilya coughs, looks up at Kai and smiles, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before he slumps over in Konstantin’s arms.

Kylynn yells. “YOU WEREN’T SUSPOSSED TO BE THE ONE WALKING INTO THE KITCHEN.” Lance yells back. “I think riding that crotch rocket all the time has fried his brain. He has been breathing in to much air pollution or something.” Tianya comments. “I do not ride a crotch rocket; that is just fucking insulting. My baby is a Harley.” Lance points out.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

"Welcome to Xiaotiandao. I am your host Baozi*." Cai Kang snorted upon hearing that, turned around and covered his mouth to cover his laughter. Kurai has an incredulous look on his face. "You're named after the bun?" "The meaning is different but the enunciation is the same." "Yeesh, sorry for your loss." Cai Kang is still having trouble holding in his laugh. "Now, if you excuse me, you must be tired especially Lord Hakja." "Yuto." He said. "Just Yuto is fine."

Y. K-Soul, or Kwan Hanseol, was 18 at the time of debut. We were born the same year but he was born in October while I was born in December. He was pronounced the visual of the group. He was also one of our main rappers and dancers. Outside of S.T.A.Y, he had a very hip-hop way of doing things- be it his music production, dance or his clothing. In fact, he had made quite an impression with his sense of style. His now blond hair was one of his biggest assets, if you asked me. It was the easiest to style among all of us.

Aaliyah leaned closer, lowering her voice. “That’s Suhee Park — daughter of Euna Baek, Secretary-General of the United Nations, and Minho Park, the second most powerful businessman in Korea, and number 3 in the world’s top 5. She’s a 4th generation chaebol. The guy next to her is Alejandro Carvajal — his father is a Colombian mafia boss disguised as a businessman, Don Diego Carvajal. You don’t want to mess with him.

“Then stop treating me like—” “Not now.” The edge in my voice cut through whatever she was about to say. Good. We didn’t have time for this. The woman stopped a few feet from the gate. Close enough to speak. Far enough to stay safe. Smart. “Alpha Kael,” she said. Not a question. A statement. I didn’t react. “You have the advantage of me,” I replied. “State your name.” She smiled slightly. “Dr. Elara Voss.” Human.

Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis. "If you're interested," she gives me a look that conveys- and who wouldn't be, "there's a website solely devoted to all things Roan King. And there are some seriously hot pics of him up there to drool over." Now that my Roan-King-haze has finally started to dissipate and my hormone levels are once again evening out, my brows snap together in total disbelief. "Are you telling me this guy created a website so he can promote himself?" Oh, that's going too far even for a gorgeous football playing god like him. I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts.

Kai shrugged. Liana bit her lower lip, thinking of what to say. "What do you know about me?" Kai made his forehead crease a little as if he's in his thoughts. "You're 24, a former teacher, filipino who came abroad, has a sick brother, a housewife mother, and a father who's a farmer," "You remember everything right. You're really interested in me, huh…" Liana whispered to herself. "I am. In fact, I'm really really invested in you, miss Liana," Kai leaned his elbows on the table and stared directly at Liana's soul. Liana pressed her lips and closed her eyes shut after realizing she might not have said it that low.