The transition from the quiet, mist-covered mountains of Chiang Mai to the humid, neon-lit energy of Bangkok is the perfect "first beat" for The Rhythm of Fall.

Payu is a heartless mafia leader Rain is a innocent student and his dad doesn't care about him and makes so many debts and spends them in drinking and gambling Situation makes Payu to take Rain as a slave to his home Rain's innocence makes Payu to fall in love with him But he is so scared to confess his feelings as he is afraid that if Rain is with him something will happen to him because Payu belongs to mafia world Will Payu leave everything and come for Rain...??? Will he confess his feelings to Rain...???

"Vanessa, Johan's old flame, wants more than Jo was ever willing to give. There's no line she wouldn't cross. But how far will she go-and will Johan be able to protect what's his?"

Why can't heart stay out of the matters of body.

And Baby makes three 🥂 (Part 2) ✨The First Year 🐝 A Co-lab with @RashiG05 🐝Sand Kanawat Rattanakitpaisan Puitrakul...... First and Khaotung's brand new baby.... Juggling a new baby, a new job and preparing for a wedding isn't easy... All three at once could spell disaster.... Or it could be the happily ever after First and Khaotung desire.... Join Khaotung, First and Sand on this journey of discovery... It's highs and lows..... And everything in between....🌻

Till memories fade I'll always love you

"That thing is not mine." And that was the moment Sheng Shaoyou broke. An S-class alpha who commanded rooms, who never bowed to anyone - reduced to bleeding alone in a house that once held wedding vows. A high-risk pregnancy. A scandal twisting the truth. An Enigma who didn't know how to love without control. Hua Yong thought pride would protect him. Instead, it nearly destroyed the only person who ever looked at him like he was enough. When scent turns into silence and silence turns into abandonment, Shaoyou remembers everything - the cold words, the empty hallways, the blood on the bathroom floor. But Enigma bonds don't break quietly. A premature child fights to survive. The world speculates. The media demands answers. And somewhere between fear and regret, one question refuses to disappear: You can survive love. But can you survive remembering it? A story about power, vulnerability, jealousy, and redemption - where forgiveness isn't shouted... It's proven by staying. This story is requested by one of my reader @Armyflixieot7 . Rnjoy~

🔥 PROLOGUE - "Before the Fall" Joong had never needed a bodyguard this close before. He had a team-faceless men in suits who lingered outside his university gates, rode in cars that tailed discreetly, whispered into hidden mics about routes and rendezvous and security zones. But this was different. This wasn't just proximity. This was permanence. The new bodyguard stood by the grand windows of Joong's penthouse suite, staring out at the skyline like it was a threat. His shoulders were square, broad, coiled like he could spring at any moment. He hadn't smiled once since stepping in. His name was Dunk Natachai. Special Forces background. Silent. Sharp. Unflinching. And terrifyingly beautiful. Joong sipped his orange juice at the breakfast table, eyes flicking upward from behind the rim of his glass. Watching. Studying. The angle of Dunk's jaw. The way his black shirt strained against muscled arms. The glint of the earpiece catching morning light. Unreachable. Untouchable. Joong couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "This is going to be fun," he whispered to himself, heart already too warm for his own good. He didn't know it then, but someday- That same man would bleed for him. Kill for him. Come for him like hellfire through steel and smoke. And Joong would fall in love with the fire that saved him.

The night was supposed to be filled with laughter. Music echoed, lights shimmered, and a child's smile lit up the grand hall. But in a single heartbeat, everything changed. Screams tore through the celebration. Shadows moved fast, breaking past the guards, tearing through the warmth of the family. A father fought with bloodied fists, a mother cried out in desperation, and a brother's voice cracked with fury. And then-silence. The child was gone. From that night, nothing was ever the same. The family's joy dimmed, their hearts heavy with grief. Promises were made in whispers, vows carved deep into the soul. Somewhere far from the mansion, the boy's fate twisted into a path no one could have imagined. His name forgotten, his memories fading. But destiny never forgets. Because one day, the past always finds its way back.

In this world, their beauty isn't just an aesthetic; it's a dangerous currency. If men would go to war for them in the past, their presence at a wedding for a forced alliance is like throwing a match into a powder keg.