𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝟏𝟖 + [𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭] ━━━ ❝ Everybody wants him, that was my crime. ❞ Maximilian Verstappen is as famous as one can get without being king. As the city's star bullfighter, The Red Bull, no one is immune to his charms. With his commitment to his craft, risking his life on the ring, Maximilian has escaped the pressures of courting- a particularly convenient arrangement considering his lack of interest in women. Charles Leclerc, a foreign nobleman, is not starstruck by him and Maximilian is quick to note. The night soon turns into morning and for the first time, Maximilian has an interest in something that is not his bulls.

For the rest of First Year, pond's crush on phuwin was an open secret. He constantly sought him out, always under the guise of casual friendship, while Phuwin remained blissfully oblivious to his true feelings. Everyone saw the devotion in his eyes-everyone but Phuwin. The truth only dawned on phuwin at the start of Second Year, when the pang of jealousy hit him three months later,as he was casually scrolling through Instagram stories posted by one of pond's friends He clicked on a story , expecting a random campus video. Instead, a picture of pond leaning in, laughing warmly, with his hand wrapped around another guy. It was then, and only then, that he realized what Pond's attention had meant. But his realization came tragically late, pond had a boyfriend, and he had finally moved on. #1-gayfiction:17/03/26

He lives for the roar of the racetrack. He lives for the lights of the stage. Two men, two worlds, one love too powerful to resist. When Ohm, the guarded bike racer, collides with Nanon, the fiery actor, sparks ignite in ways neither of them is ready for. But with rivalries, fame, forbidden temptations, and their own stubborn hearts standing in the way, love becomes both the hardest race and the most beautiful performance of their lives. Beside them, another war brews between Joss, the arrogant businessman, and Gawin, the witty childhood friend - enemies who might discover love hidden in the cracks of hatred. Passion. Jealousy. Heartbreak. Possessiveness. Family. This is not just about love - it's about building a life together.

* What if a prank results in two people getting married by chance? Can they deal with the aftermath? Or will they lose their sanity, their patience, their dreams and in process their hearts too? * This is purely a work of fiction. If you like it, please vote, comment and follow. **Disclaimer:** Please be aware that there are malicious websites mirroring Wattpad content. These sites may contain viruses and harmful links that could compromise your device's security. To ensure a safe reading experience, please read the story exclusively on Wattpad. Stay safe and enjoy the journey!

Nanon Korapat, a cheerful new art teacher at an elite school, doesn't believe in rumors-until he meets Ohm Pawat, the dangerous heir no one dares defy. What begins as subtle attention spirals into possession, isolation, and quiet threats? Trapped in an invisible cage, Nanon must decide-fight a battle no one will help him win, or surrender to the boy who refuses to let him go.

George Russell never wanted to get involved with Max Verstappen. It began with something small-a handkerchief pressed into his hand, a look that lingered too long. "Nuh-uh. I don't take back something I've already given away. So..." his gaze dropped briefly to the cloth before flicking back up to George's eyes. "You keep it." Max was relentless, always appearing where George least expected him, always asking questions George refused to answer. Every time George tried to push him away, Max only stepped closer, until George panicked and told the lie that changed everything. "I already belong to someone." Max's smile faded that day. George carried the weight of it in his chest, torn between the truth he couldn't say and the feelings he couldn't kill. Meanwhile, Carlos Sainz had his own storm brewing. His new rival, Charles Leclerc, wasn't just another name on campus-he was fire. Their first meeting ended in fists and insults, and from that moment, they were inseparable enemies. Every hallway became a battlefield, every shared space an arena for their sharp tongues and sharper glares. Yet beneath the anger was something neither wanted to admit-something that burned hotter than hate. "I hate you!" "Well. I hate you more, captain." Carlos told himself he despised Charles. Charles told himself he only wanted to win. But when their fights dragged them too close-pressed against lockers, words falling into silence-they both realized it wasn't victory they craved, but each other. Two stories unfolding in the same place. George, hiding his heart behind lies, while Max refuses to let him go. Carlos, drowning in rivalry, while Charles tears his world apart piece by piece. And somewhere between the fights, the lies, the jealousy, and the stolen moments, four boys find themselves caught in the kind of chaos that feels a lot like love. "I've tried hating you, forgetting you, replacing you-but still, I want you."

Max Verstappen has everything-money, confidence, and a trail of headlines that never seem to stop following him. Owner of V Square, adored and hated in equal measure, he lives loud. Too loud. And then there's George Russell-calm, composed, a fashion designer whose brand Maison Joré defines quiet luxury. Where Max is chaos, George is order. Where Max flirts, George builds. And somehow, they collide in the middle of it all. "Morning, darling." Max teases, leaning on George's desk. "Don't call me that." They don't make sense. They argue in showrooms and fall asleep on opposite sides of the couch, always meeting again somewhere in between. But when George finds out that Max's past isn't as buried as he thought, the chaos breaks loose. "If you want me to trust you," George says, voice trembling, "then clean it up. All of it." So Max does-chasing ghosts, making amends, trying to prove that change isn't just a word he throws around. Somewhere along the way, his laughter gets softer. His touch steadier. His eyes only on George. When he returns, it isn't with grand gestures or expensive gifts-just quiet honesty. "I'm not perfect," Max admits. "But I'm done running." George exhales, half-smiling. "You're insane." "And you love it." sometimes, the heart doesn't untie. it learns to stay tangled.

A cold CEO raising his one-year-old son alone. A struggling actor with no family and no money. One unexpected moment-Taehyung's baby smiles only at Jungkook. And from that day, the boy who had nothing... starts becoming the baby's mamma. plot:- • Top Taehyung • Bottom Jungkook • Mpreg • Breastfeeding • Single Father Taehyung • Struggling Actor Jungkook • Baby (1 year old) • Fluff × Comfort × Healing • Slow Romance • Fate + Family Bond • CEO × Actor • Cute domestic scenes This story is a fanfiction, and all characters, situations, and events are purely fictional and created for entertainment. It is not meant to offend, harm, or disrespect anyone. If you feel uncomfortable with such themes, please feel free to skip. Thank you for reading and supporting the story. 💜 📢 [This work is original and belongs to me. I do not grant permission to anyone to translate this book to any languages.] hope you enjoy 🩷✨💌💜

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝟏𝟖 + [𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭] ━━━ ❝ 𝐈𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜. ❞ Max and Charles were just supposed to be rivals. But one reckless, drunk night at the Monaco GP after party changed everything. Their messy encounter in a bathroom stall was supposed to be a mistake-something they could both forget and move past. Max insisted it meant nothing, and Charles knew he had to move on. But how do you forget something that felt so right? Falling for the competition is risky, but breaking all the rules has never felt so good.

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.