🩸 A Prisoner to Your Love In a world where love is forbidden and bloodlines cursed, a vampire prince and a werewolf heir are bound by chains that fate cannot break. Cirrus D'Nocturne (Boss), a stoic vampire prince cursed to destroy anyone he loves, captures a mysterious trespasser during a border raid-unaware he has just shackled the lost heir of the Moon Dominion. Phukan Kaelthorn (Noeul ), the exiled son of a ruthless werewolf lord, hides his true identity beneath silver chains that scorch his skin and suppress his powers. Raised by a pacifist mother cast out for treason, Phukan seeks peace-not war. But when he's taken prisoner by the one creature he was taught to hate, a dangerous, intimate bond begins to form. As ancient prophecies awaken and kingdoms threaten to collapse, Cirrus and Phukan must choose: obey the destinies written in their blood... or rewrite them together. But the closer they draw, the stronger the chains tighten-and the deadlier their love becomes. Can a vampire who fears love and a werewolf who believes in it change their world, or will they become each other's ruin?

Rain and Sky, best friends met when they were kids. Their parents are best friends to. They are both omegas but they don't want to meet their mate. They are afraid of rejection. Phayu and Prapai, are cousins and alphas. They grew up together, along with their siblings in what used to be the main house for the major family. The both of them work under their family companies. Phayu in the architecture and Prapai one of the largest companies in the world. They have waited to long for their mates. What happens when Rain and Sky decide to pursue their dreams and become artists. Rain loves dancing and Sky loves art. What will happen when they accidentally bump into their future inlaws without knowing?

Kim froze in the doorway, chest tight, every nerve wired. The boy was in front of the mirror, towel barely hanging on, skin glistening, humming shamelessly to the music as if the world didn't exist. His body was different looking fuller, softer, stronger and his face... god, his face glowed. Kim's throat went dry. Fuck. Did he just ...did he actually get hard? Heat pooled low in his stomach. This was not the plan. Or What if Kim finds Porchay half naked....... And he nosebleeds infront like a fool?

Rain dies in an accident and wakes up inside a novel he had been reading the night before. Unfortunately, he reincarnates as the villain-a spoiled noble who was destined to oppose the crown prince, Phayu, and end up humiliated and executed. Let's see what's in store for Rain!!!

Capturing the little Venice's world as he grows, laughs, commands, and carves his place in the mansion. A boy both loved and feared... playful yet terrifying... sunshine and storm... in one small frame. Venice: the child who smiles dangerously *the pictures used in this story are not mine, credit to the respective owner*

In the shadowy world of Bangkok's most powerful crime family, Phayu Theerapanyakul is the son of Vegas and Pete - heir to the infamous Theerapanyakul mafia empire. Cold, calculating, and deadly, Phayu is known for his sharp mind and sharper aim. He lives a life wrapped in blood and secrets, never allowing anyone close enough to see the man behind the name. Rain is nothing like the world Phayu comes from. Sweet-faced but sharp-witted, Rain is a Korean-Thai architecture student at Chulalongkorn University, raised by his gentle, hardworking father after his Thai mother passed away. Beneath Rain's soft voice and innocent eyes lies a fiercely independent spirit - and a hidden truth: Rain is a carrier, a male capable of bearing life. One fateful night, Rain is walking home alone - his car still in the shop - when a group of men corner him with cruel intentions. But just as hope begins to fade, Phayu appears like a storm: dangerous, silent, and unstoppable. Within moments, the attackers are on the ground... and Rain is safe - but shaken. Their eyes meet. Time slows. And without a single word, Phayu disappears into the night, leaving Rain clutching his bag and heart alike, haunted by the stranger's face. Who was he? And why did it feel like fate had just whispered their names in the same breath? As the city pulses with secrets and danger, their paths will cross again - and this time, neither of them will be able to walk away.

In the underground world of racing and crime, gang leader Porchay and mafia prince Kimhan collide on the racing circuit and outside of it. Their hatred for each other is fueled by sabotage, obsession, and secrets. But when something burns this hot around gasoline, it's only a matter of time before it explodes.

Jun Dylan love story 💖 Genre: Angst | Slow Burn | Secret Love | Emotional Confession | Idol Life --- Setting: Post-ThamePo storyline. MARS is still active. Fans think everything is fine - but between Jun and Dylan, something is beginning to shift. --- Not a writer but just wanna write so taken help from chatgpt. just go and read!

Keen values his peace, his space, and his routine. Sea doesn't believe in any of those things. As neighbors living across the hall, Sea has made it his personal mission to treat Keen's apartment like his second home-borrowing sugar, stealing snacks, using the Wi-Fi, and occasionally showing up shirtless, damp, and entirely too confident. Keen should be annoyed. He should tell Sea to knock. He definitely shouldn't enjoy it when Sea calls him cute, smirks at his flustered face, or curls up next to him on movie nights like it's the most natural thing in the world. But somehow, "stop touching my stuff" turns into "stay the night"... and then into something a lot harder to ignore. In between stolen hoodies, way-too-close encounters, and increasingly explicit tension, Sea and Keen find themselves tangled in more than just borrowed bedsheets. Featuring way too much teasing, a lot of kissing, and sex scenes that are very much not safe for work, Don't Touch My Stuff (Unless It's Me) is a fluffy, smutty, low-conflict BL love story-where the only thing more dangerous than catching feelings... is pretending you haven't.