Est got pregnant. The man who promised forever stopped answering. On a Sunday morning in a small Bangkok church, Est signed his name beside a stranger's. No flowers. No vows spoken out loud. Only trembling hands and a single sentence from the man he had just married: "You don't have to look at me if it's easier." William never asked for a husband. He only owed a debt to the family that once saved him. Now he has a husband who can't stop crying... and a child that isn't his. Est still waits for a phone that never rings. William only promised to stay until Est could breathe again on his own. But some promises are harder to keep than others. And some hearts break so quietly, you only hear them when it's already too late.

Lady Athor Jamestone-nak fogalma sincs arról, hogy mi történik körülötte. Csak arról, hogy hozzá kell mennie a bátyja legjobb barátjához, Warwick herceghez. A körülmények? Ismeretlen. A herceg? Sötét, de a maga ijesztő módján szívdöglesztő. A múltja? Kérdéses. A közös jövőjük? Szintén megkérdőjelezhető, hisz a herceg arrogáns, kegyetlen néha már-már gonosz, és valamit titkol. Hogy Athor kiderítse, mi is az a titok nadrágot húz, haját sapka alá rejti és megszületik Arthur James, a herceg és testőrsége új apródja, miközben II. György ellen valami készül. És ki tudja? Lehet, hogy a herceg mégsem olyan, mint azt Athor gondolta? Hisz mind tudjuk: Nem minden arany, ami fénylik, de a kőszív azért kétségbe vonható.

[complete] A collection of TayNew Smut fics.

𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗙𝗙. 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻. It was supposed to be simple. 5 months. A contract. A fake husband. Joong Archen Aydin got exactly that. Morning routines. Shared dinners. A mansion that slowly stopped feeling empty. Dunk came with coffee, repaired benches, and two friends who moved in like they owned the place. Somehow, a contract turned into a home. There were no grand confessions. No dramatic chases. Just quiet mornings, stolen smiles, and two people who were obviously, painfully in love. The only problem? The contract still has an end date. 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵? -🌻🔝🥑⬇️

North has lost everyone in his life; he has a deadly stalker who would love to see him bleed, and then there is Johan, who doesn't trust a thing North says.

I am the canary beta raised by the alpha boss. After getting pregnant, I awakened the ability to read minds. When the boss found out I was carrying a baby, on the outside he said, 'Oh. But inside he was like, 'Oh my gosh, I'm going to be a dad? Honey, just sit there and don't move! I'll go get you two big pig trotters!' Me: ... What happened to being cold and ruthless? This story aint mine.

Since childhood, Thanapon, who has a history of being rejected after confessing to the older neighbor who has lived next door, ends up cohabiting atmosphere feels a bit different... "Good job. Now spread legs."

Johan, a composed and razor-sharp CEO, rules the corporate world with precision, where emotions are seen as cracks in the armor. Known for his strategic mind and distant demeanor, he treats love like an unnecessary risk-something that weakens rather than strengthens. North, his impeccably efficient secretary, stands in quiet contrast. Beneath his calm and collected exterior lives a soul that once believed deeply in love, now carefully hidden behind restraint. A past etched with pain has taught him to silence his own desires, locking them away where they cannot hurt him again. As their lives grow increasingly entangled, North's quiet warmth begins to thaw the frost Johan has long embraced. In return, Johan's rare, unguarded moments stir something fragile yet fierce within North-something he thought had long faded. In a world where love feels either distant or dispensable, will they dare to reach for it together... or remain prisoners of the walls they built to survive?

Jeff is a 2nd year engineering student and Alan is the new professor. Perfect troupe for this age gap couple.

Mok had nothing in his life. Nothing, except his duty. Rome Kritdanai Arseni had everything. Everything, except his love. A mafia heir-reckless, stubborn, and far too interested in a bodyguard who should have remained nothing more than a shadow at his side. And a bodyguard who stood behind him through danger, arguments, and reckless decisions-yet never crossed the invisible line of duty. "Look at me and tell me you feel nothing," Rome whispered, his voice breaking. But Mok did not trust himself to turn back and meet Rome's eyes. So he stared ahead instead, "My feelings are irrelevant." In a world built on loyalty and power, Mok could only ever chose one: His duty. Or the man he was sworn to protect. CrossPosted On AO3