Caleb has a problem. He's in love with his best friend. Said best friend is in love with a girl. And the girl? She's in love with someone else. Leo Mercer. Who is annoying. Mysterious. And very much in the way. So Caleb does what any emotionally stable person would do- He decides to fix everything. Help his best friend get the girl. Get over his feelings. And somehow get Leo out of the picture. Easy. Except nothing goes according to plan. Because feelings don't just disappear. Plans don't stay simple. And Leo Mercer? He might not be as out of the way as Caleb thought.

In an alternate world where evolution has given the male species the ability to get pregnant, a young man named Daniel Sullen had his life turn 180 degrees when he discovered he wasn't what he was supposed to be. He discovered the secret of his birth and upon knowing comes along an evil twin sister that wants to ruin his life every chance she gets to and parents that don't even consider him as their own. The only person on his side was his grandfather who favors him more than anyone until that fateful night. Maybe it's good karma but who would think he'd end up being pregnant with the billionaire's child??! *** Disclaimer: The picture used in the book cover is not mine. No copyright infringement intended. If you are the owner of this art and wish for me to take it down then my DM's are always open and I will remove it immediately. My official email address is also posted on my profile page. Thank you. All Rights Reserve © lesson101 2018

"Wanna do a bet?" Felix asked as he wrapped his arms around hyunjin's neck,with a flirty smile. "sure...but whoever wins shall make the rules" hyunjin said coldly,as he put his both hands on Felixs waist. they're rivals on track.. one bold move... one bet... and one night stand, change's everything that they've ever believed ⚠️WARNING⚠️ SMUT (a lot,and some are painful) Torture (one chapter) Emotional torture Trauma Obsession on another level (both are obsessed)

Dunk died once. He remembers the blood. The crash. The screams. And the worst part. He remembers who killed them. Reborn five years into the past, back in college, Dunk is given one impossible chance: to save his best friend Phuwin... and the man he didn't know was his soulmate Joong. But fate doesn't change easily. Phuwin is still falling for the same dangerous man. Joong is still walking toward his death. And Dunk... is running out of time to rewrite a future already written in blood.

Dunk looked up into those emotionless, dark eyes, feeling the sheer size and power of the man hovering over him. His breath hitched as Joong thrust, a heavy, unyielding motion that seemed to claim Dunk's very soul. "You're supposed to protect me..." "I am....angel," Joong whispered, his thumb slowly brushing away a tear from Dunk's cheek before sliding down to lightly encircle his throat. "From the board, from the killers, from your own empire. But in this room, Dunk, I am the only law. You don't need protection from your owner ----- Dunk never wanted the empire. Born into one of the most powerful business families, his life was built on expectations instead of freedom. Silence became survival, and obedience became the only choice. Everything changes after an attack meant to threaten his family leaves Dunk vulnerable for the first time. No longer just an heir, he becomes a target. His father responds with control. That's when Joong enters his life. Cold, unreadable, and dangerously disciplined, Joong is assigned as Dunk's personal bodyguard. He's supposed to protect him-nothing more. But constant proximity slowly turns tension into something darker. Because Joong doesn't just become Dunk's shield. He becomes his greatest danger. At first, Dunk hates the suffocating presence beside him-the control, the way Joong watches him like he might shatter. Yet somewhere between danger and routine, resentment turns into awareness, and awareness into something far more dangerous. As boundaries blur between protection and obsession, loyalty and possession, Dunk finds himself trapped in a world where trust breaks easily and love feels destructive. In the middle of power, betrayal, and control, the closer they get, the harder it becomes to escape each other. And even when everything falls apart- Dunk still chooses him. Even if it destroys him

"Only mine" said Aou. "I know. He knows. Rather everybody knows."said Boom. "And still you dare to get close to him" said Aou darkly. "I love Only you. " was the words Santa always tried to explain Perth. But he never believed. This changed him from an humble person to someone who loved him darkly. "Don't even dare to think about another man." Joong spoke . "Why can't you trust me? I only love you." Said Dunk "Just so you know. No one can touch you, not even look at you, so you better maintain distance. " said Pond to which Phuwin could only nod. A story of four friends always together fell in love with four friends younger than them. But the dark , possessive side of the tops started feeling too much for some ordinary life. Aouboom, Perthsanta, Pondphuwin, Joongdunk. #2 asthetic on 30.12.25 #2 thai on 11.01.26 #1 joongdunk on 24.01.26

Long before the rich scent of vanilla bean and spun sugar filled La Crème de la Crème, the universe played a quiet, ruthless game of balance. There were three players, though none sat at the same table. I. The Prisoner of Memory: Inside the painted Chateau de la Lune, the clock had been dead for a hundred years. Joong, a Vampire King five centuries old, stood before the grand, symmetrical windows. He had broken the fabric of time to keep a single night alive, only to be trapped inside his own creation. Outside his painted cage, his kingdom-the Stilled Val-Noctis-was burning. His ruthless step-brother, Dew, sat as a false regent on a stolen throne, while Joong's last loyal vanguards, Gemini and Fourth, fought a desperate, century-long shadow war to keep the true King's legacy alive. While he was doomed to eternally relive the exquisite elegance of a world without the man who painted it. II. The Architect of Balance: Far away, in the starless cracks of the cosmos, the Ancient One kept watch. He was the enforcer of nature's laws, the one who locked the cage. He did not sleep, nor did he care for the petty, bloody wars of vampires. He knew that even immortals have a fatal flaw, and he waited for the inevitable moment the frozen King would find a new reason to hope-so he could finally strike. III. The Key: Decades later, the warm aroma of caramelized sugar filled the brightly lit kitchen of La Crème de la Crème. Dunk wiped a streak of flour from his forehead, listening to the quiet, comforting hum of his ovens. He was just a brilliant pastry chef, fiercely protected by his closest friends, Phuwin and Pond-a defector vampire and his human anchor who hid in the daylight. Dunk remained completely unaware of their cold skin, just as he was unaware that the blood in his own veins was the ink of an ancient spell. What happens when a universe built on absolute balance collides with a mortal who doesn't know those rules exist? The clock starts ticking.

What happens when two rival master thieves steal a diamond, only to realize the real prize is a stolen forever neither of them expected but are unwilling to lose? Joong and Dunk are the untouchable phantoms of the underworld-solo operators driven by arrogance, lethal precision, and a fiercely competitive pride. But a chaotic collision over the same multi-million dollar vault forces these two dangerous predators into a volatile, adrenaline-fueled alliance just to survive the fallout. As the deadliest manhunt in Bangkok's history tightens its grip, their razor-sharp banter and intense rivalry ignite into a raw, consuming heat that rewrites all their rules. In a world where trust is a liability and every shadow holds a threat, defending the love they've stolen might demand a sacrifice neither is prepared to make.

To the Prince of the Void, humanity is a disease of weakness. But there is a glitch in the mortal realm: a relentless ER doctor who keeps ripping souls back from the brink of death, stealing directly from the Underworld's ledger-the Prince is sent to the surface to collect his dues. Disguised as an intern, Natachai expects to easily crush the doctor's spirit. Instead, he meets Dr. Archen: a man forged in trauma, radiating a fierce, defiant energy that rivals the fires of Hell itself. Natachai came to claim an untamed soul, but he's about to learn that temptation is a two-way street.

Pond Naravit Lertratkosum, the Crown Prince of Astravelle, was unfortunately not blessed with his father's terrifying composure or royal dignity. Unlike King Janiel Lertratkosum; who could silence an entire court with one glance - Pond was better known for escaping sword training, bribing palace guards with pastries, and giving his poor maids emotional damage on a daily basis. Queen Lenora Lertratkosum often claimed she aged ten years every time her son smiled innocently and said, "I can explain." Usually, he could not. Still, nobody in Astravelle could dislike him. Pond was loud, shamelessly affectionate, ridiculously charming, and somehow capable of turning even royal meetings into comedy performances. The people adored him. The palace staff prayed for patience. Everything was perfectly chaotic until the Crown Prince wandered too deep into Mistgrove; the forbidden forest whispered about in bedtime stories and royal warnings alike. And there, hidden beneath silver mist and ancient trees, lived a boy. Falling in love was not part of pond's schedule. Neither was sneaking out of the palace every other night, lying terribly to his parents, or nearly dying because he thought touching cursed plants was "probably fine." But unfortunately for the kingdom, the Crown Prince of Astravelle had already decided the mysterious boy in the forest was worth every problem that followed.