" Phi, why did you marry me? If you still love him, why did you marry me?" Khem's voice trembled. Pharan tried to reach for Khem's hand, but the other boy moved back, clutching his baby bump. " I am sorry, I-" Pharan didn't know what to say. " I just want to know, did you ever love me?" With tears cascading like pearls of sorrow, Khem whispered the question. And what answered his question was 'silence'. A silence loud enough to break hearts, filled with answers too painful to speak. This is a PharanKhem story. Read it if you want, don't read it if you don't want to. The age gap of both of them will be similar to that of the novel. And yeah, I don't own the characters. They belong to author Cali of "Khemjira Must Survive" Pharan - 32 years old Khem - 21 years old

Charlie babe live together and we're happy, on their anniversary charlie decided that he wanted to plan a huge surprise for babe who was sulky and he seriously didn't know y, that day after planning everything charlie waited for babe with cake in his hands only for babe to forget about it charlie slept waiting and when babe finally came charlie was furious but babe showed no remorse or whatsoever instead he was yelling at Charlie that he can't, he's busy and don't have time for such childish things normally Charlie always suck up to babe but today charlie was not having it and dashed out angrily babe who thought charlie was just throwing tantrum and would come back waited for the whole night charlie didn't come back babe became worried that when a call came in " Mr babe we are sorry to inform you ur boyfriend charlie has just been involved in an accident come to xxxx hospital for my details " babe immediately broke down and rushed out to the getting there he saw charlie sitting in his hospital gown but looking at him funny immediately babe rushed to hug him but what happened broke him more than anything Find out in this fanfic This is my first fanfic go easy on me

"I don't want to stay with you anymore, Charlie. You're not normal, your love is not normal, you're obsessed" "Yes I'm obsessed, but I'm just obsessed with you, Babe" Charlie is Babe's boyfriend. Charlie is a boyfriend who can do anything for his boyfriend. Babe knows that Charlie loves and cares for Babe very much, and no one can make Babe happy like Charlie. But Babe notices that Charlie has been very possessive towards Babe lately, although in the beginning it seemed normal to Babe, now this has become a cause of discomfort for Babe. Warning: ⚠️Blood⚠️ ⚠️Torture⚠️ ⚠️Murder⚠️ ⚠️Rape⚠️ ⚠️🔞⚠️

In the hospital ward, Mew paced back and forth, his expression tense. Then, a soft cry broke through the silence, and he turned as a doctor emerged, carrying a small bundle wrapped in a blue towel. "Congratulations, sir. It's a boy," the nurse said with a warm smile. Mew's face softened as he took the baby into his arms, his usual composed demeanor replaced by something far more vulnerable-he was no longer a businessman but a father. Gently, he murmured, "Thank you, little one. You're going to help me save Sean." His heart ached with relief and determination. His son, Sean, was suffering from leukemia, and they'd been unable to find a bone marrow match due to his rare blood type. But now, with this new life in his arms, hope stirred within him. Another cry came from the same operating room, and, moments later, a second nurse appeared, carrying a second bundle. "Congratulations, sir-it's undiagonised twins. A girl this time," she announced, holding out the baby. Mew's eyes widened as he took his daughter into his other arm, noticing how she bore a striking resemblance to her mother, while his son carried his own features. He stood there, gazing down at both babies, feeling a surge of emotions he hadn't anticipated. Turning to his personal assistant, Luke, Mew spoke in a firm, detached tone, "Give Gulf triple the amount we agreed upon. Tell him his role is complete." Luke nodded, preparing to carry out the instructions. Just as he turned to leave, Mew stopped him, his voice soft but steady. "Luke, also...give Gulf my beach villa." Luke froze for a moment, shocked, knowing how much that villa meant to his boss. But with a nod of acknowledgment, he left, leaving Mew holding his newborns close, glancing at the entrance of operating theatre muttered in low " Thank you" as he turned to leave.

To save his family business, Tay Tawan employs talented actor New Thitipoom as face of the looper plaza. He knew he was doomed from the moment New walked into his conference room. Note: brace yourselves. This one is gonna hurt but you'll love it.

Book 1 of the "Thoroughbred Alphas series". ** This story is a fanfiction from TharnType the series. ** Warning Mature Content Gay action Men loving men ** 12 years ago they met. On a night as perfect as it could get- between the snow, and the winds. Somehow, a slip of a boy, made a royal boy a man. A prince, a future King. Somwhere in the frosty nights of the land, he melted Tharn's heart. 12 years ago, Tharn left the royal palace a boy. And now he's returned, a man far out of childishness. One who's ready to move in life; except for his childhood friend, Type. But while childhood knew no boundaries of status, in youth they are reminded of the difference that stands between a servant boy and a prince. Where two friends used to be, now stand a prince and his servant. But what happens, if you find feelings of friendship have evolved into something more. In a palace that doesn't allow their friendship, where will love stand. If you ask Tharn, there is only one way this will end. With Type his. Stand with him, as he fights the world's bias, and Type's hesitance, and finds his truth. Because he's only just gotten Type back, and he's never losing him again. An Alpha Prince. And the man who rules his heart. Tharn×Type.

One second ,I'm sitting in the first row of my stepbrother wedding watching the man he is going to marry standing with flower bouquet in his hands. I am truly excited about this marriage. Even though I don't get along with my stepbrother well. I am still excited. The whole wedding ambience is making me cheer like a teenage guy who is watching his favourite sibling getting married. Everyone is waiting for my stepbrother to walk down the aisle and exchange rings with the handsome man waiting for him with flowers. IN A SNAP_ I am walking down the aisle with my father and exchanging wedding rings with the man my stepbrother supposed to marry. I JUST MARRIED A PERSON THAT MY STEPBROTHER SUPPOSED TO MARRY! In a snap, my life escalated into a whole new path. ----------------------------- I am 'Gulf kanawut'. My life turned into a way that I never expected to be possible. I suddenly married a man named 'Mew Suppasit '. The person my stepbrother supposed to marry. The blame goes to my so-called family. Mainly, my sly stepbrother and equally sly stepmother. ********

#2 in Gulf Kanawut (31st May 2022) #1 in Gay Fanfiction (12th Sept 2021) #1 in Childhood Friends (9th May 2021) #8 in Mew Suppasit (4th Feb 2021) #3 in Lost Memories (20th Nov 2020) #11 in TharnType (19th Nov 2020) "I'm sorry I broke my promise Type. I'm sorry that you had to go through all of it alone." Tharn tucked a curl behind my ear. It had been so long since someone touched me the way he did. Why did it have to be Tharn Thara Kirigun? Why did his touch affect me so much? And most of all, why does it feel so familiar? Everyone knows Type Thiwat Phawattakun, the cold, heartless and sassy freshman in the Sports Department. He flirts but doesn't do relationships, and most of all he doesn't fall in love. But when Tharn Thara Kirigun the smoking-hot, music freshman in the black leather jacket, explodes into his life with his tough attitude and is surprisingly understanding, Type's world shifts in ways he could never have imagined. They should have nothing in common yet they do. And with the secrets they both keep, being together is pretty much impossible. Yet the crazy attraction between them refuses to go away. And Tharn has to ask himself just how far they can push the limits and what he'll risk for his roommate whom he has loved since he was a kid.

Warning: ⚠️🔞 Mew suppasit, 30years old CEO of MSJ Corporation and also Mafia leader, Cold and Dark personality. He can change anyone's life in snap of his finger. Even though he has everything in his life but he is waiting for someone who was already dead. Gulf kanawut, 28 years bubbly guy. A bundle of happiness to his parents. A new secretary to Mew Suppasit. He lost in CEO's eyes in the first meeting only. He is longing for something in those eyes, his eyes. It's my Mewgulf 3rd fanfic. STORY IS MINE. 🥇Rank in "Someone" ( 15th May 2022- ) 🥇Rank in "Longing" ( 29th May 2022- ) 🥈Rank in "Tharntype" (29th May 2022- ) 🥇 Rank in 'MewSuppasit' (2nd April 2022- ) English is not first language ao bear with me. Love you all❤ Picture credits goes to rightful owners, Mr. Google and Mr. Instagram.

28 years old Mew was having a bad day. First, his business deal that he had painstakingly been working on for the past 3 months had gone down the drain. Meanwhile, his mother had been bugging him to settle down because she wanted grandchildren. Mind you, she already had 8 grandkids! Not only that, one of Mew's fuck buddies visited him at the office and demanded that he gave more attention. Like fucking hell! Mew had too much on his plate. He was sipping his coffee while staring down looking at the busy intersection from his office when he saw him. He was a tall kid in a school uniform. Mew wondered how old could he be. The young man was talking on his phone when he laughed in total abandonment. His handsome face simply lit up. That brought a smile to the brooding Mew that morning. The young man's smile was contagious!! Since that day, Mew would leave his house early so that he could catch a glimpse of his muse. He would cross the intersection early in the morning and cross it again when it was time to head home Mew guessed. The young man unknowingly had made Mew's days better without even knowing of his existence nor significance. Then, one day Mew noticed bruises on his muse's face. He could not help but feel a surge of protectiveness. Who dared mar that beautiful face? Nobody could lay a finger on HIS muse.NOBODY!