Yeon Gyu Novels & Stories

Kyuhyun Oppa... Oppa... Kyu Oppa... Lee Yongju... Lee Yongju... My heart is aflutter, my soul entranced as I imagine Kyuhyun's sultry voice beckoning me. Blissful... "Lee Yongju!" I jolt awake, my muscles trembling from the sudden movement. Someone's calling my name, shattering the fragile threads of my dream. The bed is a haven, warm, inviting, and intoxicatingly fragrant... I yearn to surrender to its comfort and relive the tantalizing dream. Earlier, I was lost in a vivid fantasy, entwined with Kyuhyun in a tender moment, our lips almost touching. But cruel fate intervened, and I awoke, leaving me with a gnawing sense of longing.

Aarya ended the call and threw her phone hard on the floor, causing many parts of it to scatter. Mohini glared at Aarya. "What's wrong with you? First, you start disturbing me while I'm watching GongYoo Oppa, and now you’re messing with other boys?" (A/N: GongYoo is a South Korean actor. New-era kids know him for the movie 'Train to Busan,' but I know him from the decades-old K-drama 'Coffee Prince.') Mohini tried to push him away, but his hand was still on one of her breasts. With all her might, she pushed Aarya, who was suddenly in a gloomy mood.

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

-I do not understand what it says, I checked the staff papers before arriving and there is nothing out of what you asked- -So what have I got before me?- He noticed the petite, slim woman with crystalline golden eyes and an ordinary face framed in short, shiny dark hair. Leo studied the woman for a few seconds and found nothing strange. He recognized it, remembering the image in his file. Silver Miller, Head of Design Department, 23, Beta. Just in case he checked her neck and found nothing but a thin, unadorned gold chain. Not even the characteristic protective necklace of omegas and even less the trace of a supposed brand.

He will serve new CEO from now on. He’s Dawn Lewis. 23-year-old, a serious-workaholic-secretary in MBC. Everyone following his lead. He is super strict to schedules and time. He can only rest when they were home. He’s Yami’s best friend and his gay from head to toe. He became so beautiful and pretty. He has white, fluffy, soft and skinny skin. He has the same height as Yami. They both-adorable but monster in work. That’s their rules, btw.

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Yara changed the subject as Ximena and Ayanda turned to look at Gia, making her blush. “ Who’s the lucky one, Gia?” Yara smirked. “ His name is Kye and we aren’t dating, not y— She was cut off by the ringing of her phone. She checked the caller ID, and it was Kye. Talk of the devil. She said to herself while taking the call.

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Shall I start? "Yes, that'll be wonderful". She gave him a radiant smile. Before speaking, Yeong cleared his throat. "I'm Bak Ganghan Yeong, a 29-year-old. I was born and raised in Seoul, and during a brief visit to Whales, I studied English there". He indicated that she should continue.