With that being said, we've pushed through our always hectic schedules and posted two more chapters to our ever-evolving fanfictions, The Black Widow and the Bitch, and Cup of Hotness Cafe.
Here is an excerpt from Chapter 2 PT 2, featuring IlSeok and Sungjae:
Stuffing her toes further into the sand, praying with all her might to get through the next few seconds without passing out cold, IlSeok watched the grains sifting over the top of her foot. Shrugging up her shoulders apologetically she whispered into the shadows, “I’m sorry Suni, I want to break up,” swallowing the bile threatening to rise to her throat at the huge lie she’d just perpetrated. But his reaction wasn’t quite what she had been steeling herself for . . .
Doutzen Kores Sophie Turner
Doutzen Kroes, OC Saffire Ryu's persona as a laid-back, Bohemian styled musician screamed 'tall', 'busty' and 'blonde'. Though there were scores of available women to choose from, 'Victoria's Secret' model, Doutzen had that laid-back, beach-combing California look I was after. Korean men are fascinated by blonde or red-haired American women, making our artsy, gullible Saffire that much easier to fall in love with!
Saffron Ryu (Sophie Turner) had been a vision in my head long before Cup of Hotness was even born. I knew one day I would write an OC with long red hair and had acually collected pictures of Sophie Turner to use whenever a story materialized. Her character Saffron was written around her stunning, sassy looks and vibrant red hair, making it easier to bring her personality to life.
We hope you enjoy reading about these characters, and the changes they make in their lives throughout the story.
Gazing up into Saffire’s twinkling blue eyes, the miniature fangirl nodded again, and stepping out, tugged at her starched, white skirt. Stopping momentarily, Saffire (who loved the innocence of children), stepped aside to let the others go on by to respond to her naive inquisition.
“You’re so beautiful lady. Are you a snow princess like Elsa?” she asked, timidly fingering the white silky material.
Eking out a chuckle, Saffire’s heart melted into the shining, elated face beneath her. Cocking her head slightly, she leaned over wrapping one arm around the girls’ jacketed shoulder, as she contemplated an answer, her weak smile giving away the condition of her (equally as fragile) heart.
“Um Yoochun, I really am sorry about that scene with Mr. Big, I still can’t believe he followed me to the restroom. I can’t thank you enough for ‘intervening’ to help.”
Before his kind eyes could register into words, she babbled on, anxious to make him understand the odd connection she was feeling toward him.
“I know this might seem strange to say, because we just met you know . . . but, for some reason . . . you make me feel really safe,” she confessed, gulping down the last of her drink, wondering if it would be unseemly to ask for another.
“Hyun Joong would have done the same for my girlfriend,” he admitted, rising to take the glass to refill.
Handing it over willingly, she followed his lean figure, now interested in his response after hearing ‘girlfriend’ and ‘Hyun Joong’ in the same sentence. It was the label she had longed for from Ian and never received, Joong had bestowed it on her without warning or thought . . . did the word ‘girlfriend’ have the same meaning for both of them? Rubbing her stomach she questioned if the fluttering was due to the fact that Hyun Joong apparently thought of them as a couple, having said as much, or that she hadn’t eaten since noon. She bet Yoochun knew where her ‘Seung Jo’ was going to be this weekend.
The Chairman's Daughters . . .