ᴡʜᴇɴ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴇᴏ's ᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ɪɴғᴜsᴇᴅ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅɴᴇss? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇss ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇʀᴄᴏᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴏs, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ. ⚠𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜. 𝙿.𝚜, 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍!!

These will be short stories from my original novel "Fourever You: In The Wake Of Us" you can find it on my page. The stories will be random and will include all the couples.

Some connections are felt. Others are remembered. And some... refuse to fade. When Daotok begins to see patterns in everything, time, choices, even people, his world starts to shift in ways no one else can understand. What once felt like clarity turns into something far more dangerous, as reality itself begins to distort under his awareness. But then there's Arthit. Unpredictable. Unreadable. Real. And for the first time, something doesn't follow the rules. As control turns into influence, and influence into something far beyond time, Daotok is forced to face a truth he never considered: Maybe perfection isn't the answer. Maybe it's the problem.

𝑾𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚

North, Easter, Daotok, and Typhoon-heirs to the country's most powerful families-live lives scheduled down to the minute. From 6AM fencing lessons to 10PM skincare routines, every move is calculated. They have everything... except freedom. Groomed for perfection, praised for obedience, and emotionally constipated, when they were forced to get engaged.. they run away! Enter Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-the countryside's golden boys-have just reopened their family's long-forgotten seaside resort after a few renovations, hoping to build something real with their own hands. They're sun-kissed, effortlessly charming, and emotionally fluent-walking, talking proof that you don't need money to be rich in life. What begins as awkward introductions and mismatched chores turns into a full-blown hurricane of cultural clashes, emotional meltdowns, and romantic disasters. With every stolen glance and accidental touch, the lines blur between obligation and desire, expectation and freedom. One group has money. The other has heart. But neither is ready for what love's about to do to them. Let the chaos begin.

A fate that forced to meet. Gathered together at the unknown place. They never remember how did they ended up in that place. Blurry. But all that they know, they're not from the same places. Like a teleport. Whenever they closed their eyes to sleep, and suddenly woke up together. Or maybe they're not even sleeping? Their fate is holding onto something important. Some holding onto memories and some holding onto hopes.

Surviving The Matchmaking Love Draft was one thing. Living with the aftermath? A whole new level of chaos. North, Ter, Dao, and Phoon thought their struggles were over when Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah chose them-but no one warned them about the insanity of actually being the chosen ones. Now, they're drowning in designer clothes they don't know how to wear, luxury cars they're afraid to scratch, and a social calendar filled with events they can't pronounce. (What even is a Auction gala and why do they need seven different forks to eat a salad?!) Between dodging jealous socialites, surviving business meetings disguised as dates, and trying to resist the urge to flip off snobby billionaires, they begin to wonder-was being picked in the love draft really winning? Or did they just sign up for a lifetime of rich people madness? Meanwhile, heartbreak, unfinished business, and some very determined exes are lurking in the shadows, ready to stir up trouble. Because if the first rule of billionaire romance is never trust a corporate deal, the second rule is happily-ever-afters are never that simple. More money, more problems. More drama, more chaos. And somehow, still no idea how to use all those forks. Let the luxury struggles begin!

Arthit inherited an empire built on blood, but he's losing his grip. Then comes Daotok, a quiet art student hired to paint a portrait of the family's fallen patriarch. Arthit never expected the painter's calm to unnerve him more than any rival's gun.

We often wait for love to arrive like a thunderstorm-dramatic, life-changing, and impossible to miss. But more often, love is like the air: constant, vital, and invisible until you stop to feel it. "Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."