•Coming Soon• | 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗝𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗨 🃟 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿: The Black Lotus S1 ➠ Special Chapter: Joker - The Future King ➠ The Black Lotus S2: Wild Cards Three years ago, Joker was crowned don of The Black Lotus at eighteen after War Wanarat handed him the throne. The Black Lotus expanded across borders and his name became fear itself. Politicians lowered their voices around him. Syndicates either bowed or disappeared. Three years. Three years since Joker last saw Jack Kittipong, the man who vanished without goodbye and returned as the king of White Serpent, wearing another woman's ring. The love Joker had for Jack just rotted quietly inside him until it became something colder. White Serpent became just another name on reports. Not the ghost of someone he used to love. Until one night, fate shifted and Jack Kittipong returned. What happens when the past you buried refuses to stay dead? And when Joker finally looks up again...will he see a rival king or the boy who once made him love too deeply to survive it? 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 📍𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤🔞 [ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] ⛔️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

They weren't lovers, yet they weren't just friends. Yen and Wan existed in the fragile space in between-where every glance felt like a promise, but no words were ever spoken. In a world of almosts and unanswered questions, how long can two hearts survive when love has no name?

In the spotlight of Club Noir, War rules the night-wild, daring, and untouchable. But behind the glass, Yin watches with calculating eyes. When obsession collides with control, the game begins: who will conquer, and who will be consumed?

Upcoming: A YinWar omegaverse fanfic 18+

In every universe, Phukan would be safe. In every world, Cirrus would find his Phu. That was simply the law. Lies. In the innumerable cosmos, one Phu and one Cir was the sacrifice. There was one pair bound to never be together. One Phu must stay dead. One Cir must stay unaware. That was the law for all the others' universes to be intact. Is it fair? Who knows? Is it okay? No. Never. This is Black Cir's story. ------------------------------- Important disclaimer: The Boy Next World is created by Mame. This is just my running imagination for all the questions about who Black Cir is , where his Phu is and how I dabble in the complicated string of time and multiverses. All characters are Mame's. Events, scenarios, persons, places, organizations that may appear similar in this fanfiction are just coincidental. Fanfiction by a fan. Not for sale or anything. :) Cover: screenshot from TheBoyNextWorld(MeMindY) Let's fangirl and interact in Twitter (X) as we wait for the Third Series of #BossNoeul! @master_siomao Note: Do not repost in other sites or reading places. X

War has been in the spotlight since he was twelve. Raised by the entertainment industry and broken by it before he even knew he was whole, he's grown into a man the world can't stop watching - beautiful, bitter, and shattered in all the right ways. By twenty-four, he's done it all: sex, drugs, fame, scandals. He's turned himself into a brand so effective, even he can't find the person underneath. Yin is the opposite - soft-spoken, dirt poor, and pulled into the spotlight by pure chance. At twenty, he's working odd jobs to support his family, never expecting anything more than survival. But when he's scouted for his looks and cast in a major drama series, he's thrown into a world of sharp lights and soft lies. That's where he meets War. War sees Yin's softness - untouched, uncertain - and decides to entertain himself by pulling at the seams. What begins as cruelty, or maybe curiosity, slowly mutates into something darker: a connection neither of them can name or control. In a world built on image, addiction, and power, nothing stays untouched for long. Especially not each other.

Four years ago, nineteen-year-old War spent three unforgettable months tangled in love and lust with twenty-two-year-old Yin in a sun-drenched beach town. Their summer was wild, intoxicating-filled with whispered promises, stolen kisses, and nights lost in each other's arms. War gave Yin everything-his trust, his body, his heart. Then, one night, Yin vanished without a word. Now, War is back in Bangkok, older, wiser, and trying to move forward with someone new. But when his beloved sister introduces her fiancé, War's world collapses. Because standing before him, wearing a ring that isn't his, is the one who left him heartbroken. Yin. And this time, there's nowhere to run.

Two strangers. One bookshop. And a season that brings their hearts together. socmed fic. cozy fall vibes 🍂 fluff ✨ strangers to lovers 🧡 Disclaimer: this is a fictional story.

Bangkok's underground racing scene isn't built for the faint of heart. It's a world of smoke, neon, and asphalt, where speed is survival and rivalry is the only law. Yin doesn't lose. Cold, strategic, and untouchable, he drives like every race is a calculation he's already solved. War doesn't play by the rules. Chaotic, magnetic, and reckless, he thrives on chaos, turning every track into a stage. When a crash brings them face-to-face, their rivalry is born in fire and gasoline. But beneath the roar of engines and the blaze of headlights, another kind of tension ignites, one neither of them can control. Enemies. Rivals. Lovers. Some lines should never be crossed, but on the track, and in the dark corners of Bangkok's nights, Yin and War are already burning past every limit. ⚠️ Disclaimer / Warning : This story is a work of fiction and is not connected in any way to the real lives of Yin Anan or War Wanarat. I deeply respect both artists, and this book is purely an imaginative creation. Additionally, this work contains mature themes and explicit content.

Childhood friends. Years of silence. One unexpected reunion. When Yin and War are brought together again by family, awkward tension slowly melts into late-night talks, laughter, and old feelings resurfacing. Through heartful confessions, surprise dates, and a love that never truly left-this is a story of healing, rediscovery, and promises kept. A slow-burn, romance that begins on a rooftop and ends in forever. --- AUTHOR'S NOTE: DONT WORRY ITS NOT ANGSTY JUST A LIL DIFFERENT FROM MY OTHER STORIES NGL ITS MY FAV ONE SO FAR HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT TOO ashwar~