Yoo Jin-ho Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

Jin Qi-Long was sincere with his request. “Of course, Mr Jin. I’ll be more than happy to.” Lee Yin-Yin got up from her seat and went over to the mini-karaoke bar. The private room has a high-tech entertainment system. Everyone paid attention to Lee Yin-Yin as she got up on stage. Tong Yue-Yan felt like she too can sing just as good as Lee Yin-Yin, however, in her mind, she looked down on Lee Yin-Yin’s profession and smirk as she rolled her eyes at Lee Yin-Yin.

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.

He retracted his arm for fear she’d rip it off. “I usually go to the PC room,” he said. “Do you play L-o-L?” Miyoung stared out the window, ignoring him. That just made Jihoon more determined to get a reaction out of her. “One of my favorite champions is Ahri.” Jihoon chuckled. “If you played, you’d get the joke.” He leaned in and said in a stage whisper, “She’s a gumiho.” Miyoung glared at him. Jihoon grinned. She continued to glower, unmoved by his best weapon. His smile wavered. “Do you really not do anything for fun? Sports? Knitting? Ancient tea ceremonies?”

January of 1996 Daegu, South Korea It had been almost a year since Joo Ho left. Kwanghee was the only left to ensure that Suho kept his part of the bargain. For that one entire year, Suho worked double to finally make his dream come true. With his friend Kwanghee' 's coaxing, he can finally fulfill his promise to his dad on his grave. Taking that route meant working day in and out to develop his muscles, flexibility, and stamina.

"Haa, eut... This, Yuhwan, aren't you becoming more popular than most celebrities?" Yuhwan's long fingers went down along Haneul Jang's smooth waist line, then checked down the spine vertebrae one by one as if plucking a string. Synchronizing with his holding up Haneul Jang's lower body firmly, the sound of tearing a condom package roughly with his teeth scattered secretly in the air. Yuhwan squeezed out plenty of gel and softly fondled Haneul Jang's sensitive place, humming low. "Then if the grade drops a bit, they will try to bite right away. It's all useless. Only annoying. Hoo-."

Leon Soo-Yun was a 23-year-old female. Her personality was unlike any other. She was a sweet, gentle, and sensitive young lady who valued herself and her self-esteem above all else. Her parents never cursed her. She was a sweet and shy person. Jang Jun-Sang was a CEO twenty-five years old. He had a cold demeanour. Jang had no faith in love. Jun-Sang believed that he could buy love with money. He valued his work above all else. Jun-Sang is obsessed with perfection. He disliked people who were clumsy.

Young-Jae punched in the passcode of his small apartment kicking his shoes and jeans off before he hurried to the kitchen to make instant noodles for himself. He put the water on for boiling and connected his phone to the Bluetooth speakers once again and clicked on the complete discography of 'two feet'. It had become a habit now. He cooked the noodles in as much of a rush as he could, stomach growling out of hunger since he couldn't wait longer. A string of curses left his lips for his boss who basically made him a workhorse. ~

Sangmin’s eyes flicked, and for the briefest flicker he read something that was not a threat: it was a reason to stop. From the shadows Yoo Taemin watched like a hawk. He exploded into motion with the refined cruelty of taekwondo, a spinning heel that sought cranial punctuation. Joonwoo stepped into the spin, the Endurance cards burning like coals under his skin, and took the heel across his forearm. The hit buzzed but left him standing. Then, with a motion that looked small and precise, he reached into the tiny well of legend he’d hoarded and coaxed out one of the true songs of his chest. He didn’t shout the name. He didn’t need to. A chord thrummed under his ribs.

If he is doing that earlier then sorry, he really did interrupt his pleasure. “Of course not! I—its just that.. sometimes, p—people want you to l-leave them alone!” Yenn denied his speculations, trying hard to explain his reasoning. Haha, “Well, you can use the shower now. I’m done” Yenn gave up explaining. He really look like a fool right now. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away with his naked body out of the shower. Jiwoon caught a glimpse of his rounded butt that was molded perfectly in the white towel hugging his waist.

"I… I had no idea you were the heir to the Lornes. I didn't know that I was able to be part of the boyband because you spoke up for me. I'm so sorry, Jordan. I was wrong. I was stupid enough to be jealous of you. I was afraid of being sidelined in the band because you were more handsome and talented than I am." He fell to his knees at my feet. "I was wrong, Jordan. Please forgive me just this once. I promise I'll be a slave for you to repay you once we debut…" I kicked him down. "Do you know how many people are willing to be my slave? You're not good enough." The audience agreed with me. "He's the son of Beige City's richest person. Anyone who works for them won't need to worry about money f