Lee Jangjun 소설 & 이야기

His hand fiddled with the beautiful box in his pant's pocket as he looked around at his friends and the rest of the guests. Roe and Penny were engrossed in a lovely couple dance at another side of the garden, same with Dan and Diva, Jade was busy with Jasmine, and his female friend from South Korea; Park Lee Seoul, was chatting with Justin, the DSD girls dance instructor. Jay sighed nervously, lost in thought but a voice by his side jolted him back to reality. "Lee Jung?" He already knew who it was, the one girl who prefers calling him by his Korean name most times.

the other asked. "Oh right," he put a hand on Jun 's back, "This is doctor Kim SeokJun , a very good friend of mind." Jun felt his eye pulse but he forced a smile for Jackson. This was the fifth person in a single night, that Namgyu had introduced him to as nothing but his very good friend. "Hello, doctor. I am Jackson Wang. Owner of Wang Industries, of the music label Team Wang and also, owner of the idol company J.W Entertainment," Jackson said with a smile, stretching his hand out.

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"It seems everyone went crazy as a group. Why would Major League be crazy to scout a Korean perpetual last-place college catcher?" Seo Jeongwoo leisurely wrapped his arms around Yoo Kyungho's neck and kissed him. Biting the lip lightly, the eye smile falling from him was laced with venom. His hand descended riding Yoo Kyungho's solid spine, roaming softly like a snake. "Who said he was a catcher? Haneul Jang is the number one batter and an outfielder." "What?"

[Her soul mates] [Min-hye Ji] Age: 20 Height: 5’7 Eyes: Brown Hair: Black [Ole Soo] Age: 20 Height: 5’4 Eyes: Brown Hair: Black [Nami Shin] Age: 20 Height: 5’7 Eyes: Purple Hair: Purple [Hae-yan Gu] Age: 20 Height: 5’6 Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Leah looked at them with beat eyes after the hugging and kissing.

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”

The company was working on an ad with a very popular actress, with Carol and Lisa supervised on their side, if it could be called supervising. She had to deal with the refreshments for the staff, report any problems, and help out in any way that she could. Yoo-Jin, with the English name, Jane Harper, was a half-Korean and half-British popular actress and model. She was well known for her astounding looks and great acting skills. And having her advertise the company's newest laptop model was a big hit.

I was just Annie, but I had eyes. The journey back to Silver Sword territory took exactly three long days. Every step was like a mountain to crush. My twins, Leo and Laman, were only eight months old, and they already had too much power even with their small bodies. Very quickly in the morning, I strapped tight against my chest and back in soft cloth slings. Their warmth pressed into my skin, but their strong Alpha scent was filling me up. I applied herbs to their clothes instantly, to keep them safe from danger.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

All eyes were focused on me and I started to feel a bit self-conscious but I ignored the feeling. "Thank you, everyone," I verbalized in appreciation as I climbed the stage, trying to look and sound as if this was just something normal for me. "Okay. I am Giordana Quinton, who happens to be Ella's best friend. In fact, Ella is more than just a best friend to me. She's the sister I never had, one big blessing I'm forever thankful for. Ella, I love you so much and I'm so happy that God gave you a man like Drew.