Yin Yu Novels & Stories

Yu Zhin, the first son of Uncle Yu Lin and Zi Fei, Athena's cousin, went to their table. "Yu Zhin?" Hyejin asks excitedly. He was her childhood friend. And of course, one of her best friends back then. "Yup, it's me." Yu Zhin opens his arm widely, Hyejin stood up and hugged him after that. "Oh, dear..how long it has been? You got taller too." she looks at Yu Zhin's figure, and then she turns to his side. "Oh, who is this? Your girlfriend?" Yu Zhin nods and introduces his girlfriend to both of them.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Running back to her room, picking her jewelry and putting it around her neck. Zeff had said it to her, but she rarely listened to him for what she thought all the times that he was younger, and he couldn't control her at all. Edon was an Alpha from their father's rival pack, that then he abandoned long ago. He was visiting their place and their neighborhood as their norm to introduce his mate. A Luna whom he believed and strongly spotted to be his mate.

Chen finally uttered. Without replying, Ah Yin jumped down. She wore a blue training robe with a pair of white trousers and had her flowing blue hair pulled up in a bun. Thick locks framed her side and she smiled as her rings slowly appeared around her like divine halos. Their light basking her enchanting face and eyes with their glow.

The quiet inside the chamber was deafening. Nivera sat on the cold stone floor, her back leaned against the edge of her bed, arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her silver robe pooled around her like moonlight, but she didn’t feel beautiful or luminous. She felt invisible.

She had never paid attention to news or social media so to her, she had no idea who he was. YuZhi Leng was twenty-six years old, gorgeous in a flawless and sculpted way, in his tall and muscular physique that seemed almost unreal. Straight and stiff in posture, exuding confidence in his own handsomeness. His eyes were oddly green in his beautiful Chinese face and mono-lids that somehow enhanced the beauty of his look under straight manicured brows. The effect was stunning.

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Eden was quite happy that they had begun to get along so well. “What is your name?” She managed to question as she looked at him, admiring him. A smile formed on his face as he turned to look at her and hold her hand. She bowed as she was quite shy. “Kylian” He introduced and smiled as well. She nodded as she looked away shyly. “It's great to see you again” He added. Lucian had begun to look for alternatives. He had gone to visit the elders yet there seemed to be no alternatives whatsoever.

Ning Yuya was going to be Si Ye Han 's wife anyway ! But she never anticipated that one day Si Ye Han would lose his memory and treat Ning Yuya so harshly , and now she was scared thinking about her future , what if Si Ye Han never got his memory back ? What will happen to her ? Chu Yin didn't want to lose her job , its pay was good and she could skimp on work whenever she wanted and she also didn't want to pay that heavy penalty !

Xavier: The clink of metal was the only sound in the room as she fastened one of her earrings. Her reflection in the mirror was composed, distant, the same look she’d worn for days now. It was starting to crawl under my skin. She stood before the mirror, her reflection calm but her eyes questioning. She reached for the first one — a delicate filigree chain, threads of woven gold curling into leaf-like patterns, a single opal teardrop hanging in the center. It shimmered faintly, soft and refined, the kind of piece that spoke of grace and tradition.