From TikTok Short Story: https://www.tiktok.com/@torianne201/playlist/RUMOR%20HAS%20IT-7590163003956218644?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc Author's disclaimer This is just a fanfiction, something written by a fan. Please don't take it too seriously. Just relax and enjoy the story.

Vivianne Sinclair isn't meant to stay in Bangkok forever. She lives quietly in the pavilion behind her father's old friend's estate, a temporary arrangement, practical and convenient, close enough to the city for client meetings and far enough to keep her life contained. Work, deadlines, distance. That's all she needs. The main house belongs to the Vongphiphat family. And to Miriya. Vongphipat is an only child. Private chef. Her soft laughter drifts across the garden in the evenings or whenever she brings Vivianne some food. Her jasmine scent lingers in the humid air long after she's walked past. Then the meteor falls, ruining all peaceful life for most of humanity. The meteor isn't supposed to change anything. It shattered over the Pacific, burned through the atmosphere, and dissolved into dust. Scientists called it harmless. Within 72 hours, humanity split into Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Married couples stabilized as Betas, untouched by the chaos. The rest of the world isn't so lucky. Vivianne is a graphic designer who likes control, routine, and keeping people at arm's length. After the Shift, she wakes up an Alpha, stronger, sharper, and driven by instincts she doesn't recognize and doesn't want. And Miriya, her sweet Miriya, becomes an Omega, and when her first heat arrives without warning, it doesn't feel real or scientific. It feels immediate. Overwhelming. The air is thick with scent. The world is shrinking to breath and instinct and something neither of them understands yet. One night. One mistake. One bond they didn't understand. In a society scrambling to regulate second genders, where Omegas are suddenly vulnerable and Alphas feared, Vivianne and Miriya are bound by something neither of them understands and a pregnancy neither of them planned. Was it biology? Or was it a choice?

From TikTok Short Story Helena Laurent and Teeraphat Sukprasert, or Jet, as everyone calls him, had been inseparable since junior high. Best friends in the truest sense. Jet went on to business school, while Helena pursued her dream of becoming a veterinarian, but distance and different paths never weakened their bond. Even when Jet's past girlfriends grew jealous of Helena, he never took it seriously. He would just laugh it off and shrug. "I should be the jealous one," he'd say easily. "If Helena ever gets close to you, she's more into women than men anyway." Because Jet knows well how deadly attractive Helena is, especially for women. She's gentle and lovely. It's always harmless. Safe. Unquestioned. Until the day Jet introduced his newest girlfriend. "The love of my life," he said, eyes bright with happiness. Her name is Nattaya, a model who seemed too perfect to be real. Humble. Gentle. Beautiful in a way that didn't try. Smart, warm, and effortlessly kind. And the moment Helena met her, the world tilted. Time slowed. The air grew heavy. Something deep in her chest shifted, undeniable and terrifying. Across from her, Nattaya felt it too, the same pull, the same sudden attraction, as if they had been standing at the edge of something dangerous from the very first glance. Helena had spent years believing some lines are unbreakable. Jet is family. His happiness mattered. Their friendship is sacred. But what happens when the person your best friend loves is the one your heart recognizes and yearns for? Should Helena protect the most important relationship she's ever had or finally listen to the quiet, relentless voice inside her that refuses to be ignored?

Lorraine Winter, 35, a private brand strategist who fixes reputations for politicians, heiresses, and corporations. She doesn't flaunt wealth. She curates it. Her rules are simple: discretion, clarity, and control. Mila Thammasiri, 22, A university student who has always lived in emotional noise. Unstable family, inconsistent affection, too much responsibility too young. She isn't helpless. She's exhausted. Lorraine Winter has money, control, and silence. Mila Thammasiri has devotion and choice. Somehow, it works.