You're older yuu's brother and a former MMA campion you retired to spend time with your family.

Why no one hasn't write a fanfic about him😭 He is so fine!!!! - Please wait for me to grow up! He put his hand on your head and smile - Sure. Make sure to grow up fast ⚠️: English is not my mother tongue so in this story you'll see grammar/ vocabulary errors I was the first to write a story about him! WOW!

just some Ron x cale 1 shot maybe I'll make it a 2 shot

Hong had a nightmare so the children ask Cale to sing them a lullaby. Songfic. The art is not mine, the credit belongs to the owner.

just a story about Cale and Eric having a night drink :) *completely not being suspicious* *look away* *laugh nervously*

The war is over no one really died but something is wrong here they can feel it. They feel like they lost something precious. Something seem to be missing and empty. They won the war and everything is over now but why aren't they happy. They are missing something. No. Someone. Who is this mysterious red haired person. Why is he saying goodbye. They don't even know him or remember him. "It's fine if they don't remember me. I did this for them knowing that I will lose them. It's better this way so no one would get hurt."

Every time I go somewhere, there will always be something related to him. Every time I want to rest, he always does something and makes more work for me. Unconsciously, I became aware and anticipated what evil thing he will do again. Before I realize it, I became obsessed with him. "What are you doing?" Cale Barrow looked at the hand that Cale tightly hold. Cale calmly said, "I thought of a solution." "If I hold you 24/7, that means you can't do anything evil outside." Cale Barrow raises one eyebrow as if questioning what he means. "If you can't do something outside, it means my work will decrease." "And?" "It means this is the best method to stop you." "By putting me under your nose and watching you massacre my subordinates?" "Yes." "You've become nuts." Cale barrow brushed off Cale's hand, and his voice turned cold. Warning!!! - This is obviously a BL/Yaoi - Top Cale x Bottom WS - Yandere Cale - Sadist Cale - Expect lots of... OOC - Oneshot/Short story (Maybe 2 or 3 Chapters) - rate 18+ (contains mature contents. Blood, killing, and... NSFW) - Get in your room and lock the door. This saint won't be responsible for any cracks that may appear on your poker face and this saint certainly won't be responsible for your horniness.

after the death of white star during an accident cale found an infant in the middle of forest of darkness and decided to took care of him. who is this child? where are his parents? why is a secret organisation after him? ------------ its my first time writing a fanfic in english and since its not my native language there may be mistakes😅 pls don't forget to VOTE❤️ and leave comments for me🙏🏻🌸 ------- ****ALL THE CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THE TRASH OF COUNTS FAMILY***** (btw the cover is not mine so also credit to the unknown artist) best rankings🔝🤩 #1 cale #1 rosalyn #1 alberu #1 Whitestar #1 raon #1 calexalberu #5 raonmiru #9 mary

Where Cale Henituse and Kim RokSoo got reincarnated as the son's of their most hated person This is a fanfiction about the story "Trash of the Count's Family". I do not own some names and other things here, but it's my fanfiction because I'm the one who wrote it,k? Started:02/16/2022 Status: Ongoing Credits to the owners of the pictures I used

Kim Rok Soo didn't expect to be reborn, let alone into the novel he had been reading before being killed by an unranked monster. Becoming a dragon has it perks for sure, but how is he supposed to handle all these new embarrassing instincts? What is he to do when his dragon pride demands that he save a suffering dragon child, or tells him to stop that crazy secret organization from ruining the world. All he wanted was the life of a slacker! AKA: Kim Rok Soo reincarnates as a dragon and still ends up interfering with the original plot of the novel. (Originally posted on ao3 under my username Capoeira. Uploading here at the request of readers)