Yoo Yeonha Novels & Stories

"Zoe Ailee." Aaron carefully read the two words displayed on the tablet screen in front of him, under the name, Aaron could see a photo of the girl he slept with last night striking a sweet yet sexy pose at the same time with the cream dress she was wearing. Yes, Ailee was a singer under Gloss Entertainment, a fairly prominent entertainment agency in the country. Unfortunately, the name Zoe Ailee is not well known to many people, some people think that Ailee is an unsellable and unfamous singer.

Neither was I. I looked at her again, now walking toward Denver with graceful steps. My brows furrowed. No way. That flawless skin. That aura. That smile I’d recognize anywhere. Wait. Was that… Hana Yoon? I took slow, disbelieving steps. Maybe it was just someone who looked like her. But then she spoke— “Denver, annyeong, oreonman-iyo!” Oh my god. It was her. My heart skipped. One of my idols since high school was now standing in front of my husband. And they looked… close?

while pointing her thumb finger on her own chest. The girl named Son Hyun Ah has an eye color of ebony brown, blonde hair, petite; stands at merely five feet, she also had a white complexion skin. A complete Korean description. “How come you arrived early? Didn't you encounter the snowstorm from last night?” Aerith asked, curiously, while raising her brows and arms crossed to her chest. “Oh! Well, I let ‘em use the Amtrak. Simply as that,” Hyun-Ah shrug her shoulder as she answered to Aerith's query. It's as if she's saying that she finds a way not to experience the snowstorm.

When she looked up, he continued with a smile, “My name is Jun. Well I can’t tell—” “No worries! It’s more than enough! And don’t worry, I won’t call you unless it’s urgent,” Su Yeon assured him and renamed it as ‘Jun’, “By the way, I am Yoon…” “Yoon Su Yeon, female, age 21, height 155 cm, last year student at Imperial Business University, lives at Autumn Residency, completed her internship at Song Empire and is a living risk or I can say… a fearless troublemaker!” Li Kang Jun narrated.

Jihoon usually used the break for the latter, but this time he pushed back from his desk, stepping toward Miyoung. He was beat to the punch by Baek Hana. “Transfer student,” Hana said. She was pretty in a traditional way: classic oval face, pert nose, and rosebud lips. Her straight bangs perfectly styled, her pleated skirt perfectly pressed. She reminded Jihoon of a porcelain doll, if dolls had judgmental eyes and sharp tongues. “Where’d you transfer from?” It took Miyoung so long to answer, it seemed she intended to ignore the question. Finally, she said, “Jeollanam-do.”

He reads carefully the data provided to him, Profile Name : Elliona Nayvelin Lim Nickname : LiOn Birth : South Korea, September 22, 1994 Occupation: When you have much money, you can call me! "Cih, this woman comes from the same country as me, but ! she is really a money enthusiast apparently" said someone who is none other than William Kim. "You're right sir, she really likes money. In fact she gives expensive rates for each of his services. 10 million dollars for one hug and 50 million dollars for one kiss" explains the secretary, Vernon "WHAT ? Oh my God! is she crazy?" screams William.

By now, Yuhwan must have received his acceptance notice too, arriving at the field early to warm up his massive, imposing frame. If I choose not to go, his pitches will end up being caught by Yoo Gyeong-ho, that third-year Business Administration student. The mere thought of Yoo Gyeong-ho—the youngest son of a massive chaebol family, a guy who possessed strikingly handsome looks, a slick, smooth personality, and held the absolute adoration of every girl on campus—made Haneul’s stomach violently twist into knots.

The teacher tells her, "In her free time, she liked reading novels." "What kind of novels?" Ahn Hana's gaze stops on one of the group photos. In this picture, Noh Kyung-Hee was looking at a dark-haired girl with sharp eyes. The dark-haired girl was holding Kyung-Hee's arm. Kyung-Hee was laughing in the picture while the girl looked glum for some reason.

I was really glad it worked out after all; while a vacation just with Susan would definitely have been my first choice, I was sure there would be plenty of opportunities for us to do things together, even with her mom being around. I had met Susan's mom a few times briefly while we were dating, as they lived together, and I was amazed by her right away. Her name was Yuna; she was born and raised in Korea and still had a cute Korean accent. She was a few inches shorter than Susan but otherwise looked very much like her; well, I should say that Susan looked very much like her mom, of course. Yuna had trimmed her black hair quite short, which made her face appear a bit larger and emphasized her

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.