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That alone made every single one of them scrawny to the bone. Park Ye Jun, Lee Ji Min’s best friend, stumbled whimpering as they reached the door of ICU, obviously thinking of what or rather who lay inside. But Kim Yo Han wrapped his arms around him, brushing his back, consoling though he needed it too. Even the sunshine of the group had no energy left as he was forcing himself not to break down. Jung Beom Seok's face was completely blank, not showing his members his vulnerable side. Kim Jae Hwa, the eldest, was watching their maknae, Lim Min Jun, carefully, eloquent that his favorite hyung is inside, fighting against death. Also that their maknae is a very delicate person and considers his

I groaned and so did he. "Your hand's so sweaty." Dae-Hyun spoke, wiping his hand on his shirt. "It's not like I asked you to hold my hand, genius." I spoke, rubbing the back as it got all red because of Dae-Hyun's iron grip. Dae-Hyun looked uninterested and suddenly grunt."Mianhe," he whispered. I knit my brow at that; it sounded like a familiar Korean word. "What did you say?" "Javier," he blurted, "you're going to do a project with him right?"

There was a long pause on the other line that he thought his master already ended the call. "Good. Keep an eye on her. I need her here in the clan," his master said and finally ended the call. The man massaged the bridge of his nose and went back inside, watching Ella from afar. "Hi!" a shirt-haired girl greeted him. The man ignored her and took a book out of his bag to read. "Hey!" the girl said again with a smile. The man sighed and faced her. "Will you please stay away from me?" he seriously said. The girl was taken aback.

Hae Mina supplied as Kyung Jiho pulled out. "Really? Well, how's that going to work out when the real Jae-Woo returns? He sure isn't going to being friends with anyone near Minsu's standards. Low-class people, such as Minsu, are just dirty, despicable, corrupt, poor worthless creatures without any hope of accomplishment because they are too busy trying to survive like rats. Their kind is pathetic, and I won't have my band members speaking to the equivalent of trash!"

"Poor Susan, she raised a prostitute." "What a disgrace?!" addes another with a long sad face. "How dare she?! She is such an insolent!!!" "What a prostitute, no wonder such things happened to her." "This is madness. She must have lost her mind, what a poor thing...," and yes, she called me 'a poor thing' instead of 'a poor girl'. "We can't have her here. She is a prostitute," a man with a white mandarine shirt and muzta dictates, boldly with his finger on me.

(Hwang Hwa Young) In the midst of the heated arguments between everyone, Kyu Dong Woo has still haven’t let go of Hwang Hwa Young's hand. And as he stood up from his seat, he also twisted his strong grip, this hurt Hwang Hwa Young even more making her actually scream. Hearing her yelp of pain, this has made everyone turn to Hwang Hwa Young, unbeknown to everyone in the room, this incident has turned into an entirely different level of trouble. Kyu Dong Woo who noticed this sudden change of atmosphere, instead immediately lashed out toward Hwang Hwa Young, he actually wanted to act like an abusive boyfriend.

she said. Her words made my eyes burn. I turned to leave. Lucy instantly pouted, tears welling up. "Gary, she won't even kneel. She's not sincere!" His cold gaze fixed on me at once, his tone dripping with disdain. "It's just kneeling. What's so noble about you? Think about Mr. Johnson…" I bit back the humiliation and sank to my knees. "I'm sorry." Tears blurred my vision, and my dignity was crushed into dust.

It was probably wolfsbane since she got weak and collapsed. The moment the guy who was holding her let her go to inspect the woman Mia was fighting, Rea took it as her chance to escape. Mia was lying on the floor and weakly tried to reach out to her asking for help. She said she was scared and there was just nothing she could do. The odds were against her. She left Mia there and ran away.

Placing his nail less fingers in the bowl, filled with vinegar mixed with red chili powder and salt. Plea…. Ple.. Please… le… leave… me.. Me.. Ahhhhh…..ahhhh….pleas….please… He was crying and begging for mercy. But I showed no mercy towards this fucker who touched my innocent kitten with his whorish and dirty hands… I smirked at his condition….. Hey guys hope you are doing well and fine, how’s the update.. Hope u will like it and share your thoughts regarding this story.. Vote, share and comment.. Please guys comments me your view about his mania, so I could know what you guys thought about this book…

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.