From the day they met, Johan and North were inseparable. They were the kind of best friends who shared everything-secrets, dreams, and a bond that felt unbreakable. But as they grew, so did North's feelings, transforming into a love he had to keep hidden. He watched as Johan, a boy who only saw him as a friend, fell for a girl named Iris. Heartbroken, North left, hoping distance would heal the ache. But after two years apart, fate throws them back together, forcing them to confront the unspoken truths and buried feelings that had always existed between them.

Johan Chavalwit was a name that carried the weight of an empire, yet he wore it like a cheap suit. As the sole heir to the Chavalwit Group, his reputation preceded him: a reckless playboy, a professional troublemaker, and the living embodiment of the "spoiled brat" trope. To the board of directors, he was a ticking time bomb; to the city's elite, he was the ultimate golden ticket with a tarnished soul. But the world's cynical assumptions hit a sudden, jarring roadblock the moment North entered his orbit. North didn't care for the Chavalwit pedigree or the designer lifestyle, and for the first time in Johan's life, his charm-and his checkbook-failed him. Beneath the layers of defiance and expensive champagne, something dormant began to stir. The "spoiled brat" was about to prove that even a predetermined path can be rerouted when you finally find a reason to look toward the horizon.

Driven by a desire to create a "bubble of happiness" in an often-gray world, North decided there was no better way to manufacture joy than through the magic of a wedding. He poured that passion into launching his own agency, quickly becoming the architect behind dozens of "happily ever afters." However, his professional composure was put to the ultimate test the day his newest client walked through the door: Johan, the man who had occupied North's daydreams for years. Now, North finds himself in the bittersweet position of planning the perfect day for his crush, knowing he's the one holding the clipboard, while someone else will be holding Johan's hand.

We often wait for love to arrive like a thunderstorm-dramatic, life-changing, and impossible to miss. But more often, love is like the air: constant, vital, and invisible until you stop to feel it. "Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."

Wei Ying starts his life over with the knowledge of the future. No one else does. He reverts back to being four years old and hides away from Sect Leader Jiang. In doing so, a different life suddenly takes place. Two people enter his life and changed everything. Because of them, they become his adoptive parents, his strength, and his protection. He knew he could be safe with them and even protect the people he wished to protect. Through it all, one person still remained on Wei Ying's mind. Someone who confused his heart but held it dearly. Will he ever come to terms with those feelings? Will this person remember him or will he have to start over in winning his affection? I hope you read and find out. ---------- Mo Dao Zu Shi and Heaven Official's Blessing inspired Fan Fiction: Characters are not mine but from MDZS and Heaven Official's Blessing and the inspiration of this FF was of reading various books and watching all the Untamed, MDZS (the novel), HOB novel and Donghua. I don't own the novel nor the drama or any of the pictures used as covers. All credits to their original owners, this is just a fanfic. I am going to say that there will be Mature content within this FF, I will post about it in each chapter. ‼️‼️Some of the mature content includes:‼️‼️ - Sexual Content - Strong Language - Violence - Mental Health

Fleeing an arranged mating on the night before his wedding, omega Phoon takes a wrong turn in the forest and ends up caught in a bear trap. Rescued by Tonfah, the reclusive healer of Moonlight Guide Pack, Typhoon discovers a place where he's valued and protected.

"Ughh... Johan!!!" I hissed, my voice low and panicked as my back slammed against the locker with a jarring thud. "You really thought you could ignore me?" Johan growled, his eyes locked on mine, filled with a dangerous, possessive intensity that made my skin crawl. "Leave me alone, you f*cker!" I shouted, my voice cracking as tears welled up, blurring my vision. "You swear too much, little trouble," he murmured, his tone laced with mock amusement. Before I could react, he hoisted me effortlessly over his shoulder like I weighed nothing-like I was some sack of grain instead of a fully grown human being. I froze, utterly flabbergasted. Wait-what the actual hell?! What happens when North a simple university student with zero social life and 3 friends find himself being involved with johan , the billionaire playboy. Johan has set his eyes on North and wasn't going to let him slip from his hold and north ? North perplexed and utterly annoyed finds himself being drawn to the playboy. Was it north's lack of social life that made him dangerously curious about the trouble he was getting himself into or north was actually too far gone

North was an omega born wrong in a world that feared him. His scent marked him as something rare, something unnatural. So his family hid him. Disguised him. Buried his truth beneath human clothes and silent days. He lived among humans pretending to be one, suppressing the bond-slick ache of instincts he was never allowed to feel. Until the day Johan found him. A chance meeting. A mistake, maybe. Or something deeper-older. Johan, an alpha carved from storm and command, wasn't meant to notice him. But he did. And when their eyes met, something ancient stirred. Something that refused to be hidden any longer. Because North was never meant to live in the shadows. And Johan was never meant to let him.

Johan held his gaze, his own dark eyes burning with a possessive fire. "Now you don't," he muttered, his voice low and dark, final. He pushed the gun deeper into North's mouth, forcing North to accommodate the invasive metal. A choked, guttural sound escaped North's throat as he fought the reflex to vomit. He was utterly violated, completely at this man's mercy. ________ In a mansion blazing like a gilded cage against the night, the Theerawong family is suffocating. Easter, the eldest son, sits in silent resignation, being prepared for a forced marriage to a ruthless kingpin, Hill Khonkaen. His brother, North, burns with a helpless rage, desperate to save him but powerless against the encroaching darkness. As the ceremony begins below, North hides in his room, watching the macabre spectacle from his window. But a pair of dark, perceptive eyes finds him in the shadows. Johan, a cold and calculating mafia and an associate of the groom, locks onto the frightened boy with a predator's interest. In that single glance, a new, more personal threat is born, and North realizes that while his brother is the sacrifice, he may be the prize.

Johan was the heartthrob of the university. A fourth-year medical student, he was the charm of the basketball court, the heartbeat of the campus grounds, and a notorious stealer of hearts. North had a one-sided crush on Johan, and he knew he couldn't bottle up his feelings any longer. He found a way to confess without actually saying the words directly.