I'm writing the ORIGINAL TigerNao story I read in their ORIGINAL thai novel "Lately It's winter season" on Meb. Tiger, a mafia boss's son, who loves Nao, a clueless university student. Tiger hides his feelings, scared to confess. They grow closer through art club moments, but Tiger's dangerous family life causes trouble. Nao slowly notices Tiger's love. They face fights, secrets, and a big letter from Tiger. In the end, they plan a future together, maybe in Boston, finding love despite all odds. (New chapter each day) I don't own any copyright of original series or novel, credit to respected owner. For copyright complain DM me.

This is an English translation of the book THE SUN FROM ANOTHER STAR by Howlsairy .

Pond and Phuwin have been rivals since the first day of school-grades, attention, even oxygen. They hate each other so much, it's practically a full-time job. But when Pond moves into Phuwin's neighborhood and their moms-lifelong besties-discover the boys are classmates, everything spirals. Suddenly, they're forced to play nice. Fake friendship. Shared dinners. Coordinated tutoring sessions. And worst of all? Their moms think they're adorable together. Pond is the school's bad boy-motorbike, charm, and a trail of broken hearts. Phuwin is the academic menace-sharp-tongued, caffeine-fueled, and secretly unbothered by Pond's theatrics. They clash like fire and sarcasm. But when someone else tries to hurt Phuwin, Pond's fury is instant. And when Phuwin sees Pond vulnerable-really vulnerable-something shifts. Enemies to lovers? More like enemies to "I hate you so much I'd die for you."

This is an unofficial fan-made English translation of We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love). Please do not re-translate to any other language without permission. You can find the ebooks at https://www.mebmarket.com/index.php?action=search_book&type=author_name&search=%E0%B8%A0%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A3%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B5.&auto_search_id=&exact_keyword=1&page_no=1. Please support the author over there! All the rights and credits go to the original author of the novel Khun Parawee (ภารวี.) and all those involved in the production of this story. Translator: Sprite Hoang Illustrator: Unagnomasia Proofreader: azzianna, smv2454

He never said he was mine. He just never left. Phuwin Tangsakyuen learned early that staying was a choice. People came and went-friends, routines, places-everything temporary if you waited long enough. Staying meant intention. Staying meant attention. Staying meant you had already decided the outcome. That was why he didn't stay for most people. He left rooms when conversations dulled. He left parties before anyone noticed. He left before attachments formed. Control lived in distance. Then there was Pond Naravit. Pond didn't arrive like a disruption. He didn't demand space or attention. He simply existed-open, unguarded, unaware of the way eyes followed him. He spoke easily. Trusted easily. Let people linger where they shouldn't. Phuwin noticed him the way one notices a weak point in a structure-quietly, instinctively, knowing it would matter later. He told himself it was nothing at first. A shared hallway. A shared class. A shared room. But then he stayed. He stayed when he could have left. Stayed when silence would have been easier. Stayed when distance would have kept him safe. Phuwin didn't touch. Didn't confess. Didn't claim. He just stayed. And somewhere between watching and waiting, between restraint and want, staying stopped being a choice- and became a vow.