"Harry, please," Erling pleaded, his tough facade completely shattering as his voice broke entirely. "Just tell me. Are they mine? Are they mine and Jude's?" Harry stared at the giant striker, watching the sheer, agonizing desperation bleeding out of him. Harry opened his mouth, closed it, and let out a long, defeated breath. "For Christ's sake," Harry muttered, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Yes. They are yours, you absolute idiot. They are yours and Jude's. Now will you shut up before Theo tries to eat another sugar packet off the floor?" Erling froze. The world around him completely stopped spinning. His jaw went slack, his breath catching entirely in his throat as the words echoed in his ears. They are yours. Yours and Jude's. Before Erling could even process a single syllable, Jobe burst out laughing, slapping his knee as he pointed a finger straight at Harry. "Are you mental?!" Jobe cackled, shaking his head in absolute disbelief. "You actually just told him! You absolute idiot, you just spilled the entire secret like you're reading off a grocery list!"

Haaland gripped Bellingham's hand tightly to keep him from slipping away again. "Is that baby mine?" He asked with a serious look and a cold voice; he just wanted him to tell the truth for once. Jude bit his lip, refusing to speak, since Erling already had a girlfriend and a child. Making an adaptation in English, thanks to bluemeli_77

He rules an underground empire with bullets, but he rules his heart in absolute silence At ten years old, Singto Prachaya took a bullet to the neck to save his mafia boss father, sacrificing his voice forever. Growing up in the shadows, he became the feared 'Silent Reaper'-a cold, ruthless leader of the Ruangroj syndicate who commands an empire without speaking a single word. To the world, he is an untouchable monster. To Krist Perawat, he is simply his everything. Forced into a fifteen-year exile to protect him from a hidden traitor, Krist returns to Thailand no longer a helpless child, but a gorgeous, chaotic sunshine with a degree in Sign Language and a fierce determination. His mission? To reclaim his place beside Singto and become his official Personal Interpreter. What starts as a professional workplace setup quickly turns into a chaotic, heart-melting romance. From secret hand gestures under boardroom tables and tactical beach sandcastles to fierce jealous showdowns and domestic morning cuddles, the terrifying Silent Reaper finds himself hopelessly, completely whipped for his loud, dimpled Co-Boss. Because Singto doesn't need a voice to love Krist-his heart has been screaming his name for fifteen years.

In one universe, Krist Sangpotirat died a naive, spoiled Omega heir. In another, he wakes up gasping for air in a body that is completely broken. ​Thrust into a mundane, non-magical world devoid of secondary genders, Krist has to trade his golden cage and designer clothes for a wheelchair, medical monitors, and a quiet, modest house.

Jeonghan Yoon has been called a lot of things-brat, spoiled, dangerously unhinged. The bodyguard industry has another word for him: psychotic. He's a billionaire's son. Beautiful, rich, untouchable-and an absolute nightmare to protect. Jeonghan has never heard the word no-until the new bodyguard Seungcheol shows up. He's everything Jeonghan hates: serious, stone-faced, and completely immune to charm. But he's also hot. Really hot. And worse? He refuses to treat Jeonghan like the center of the universe. Which means Jeonghan has no choice but to test his patience-and maybe his professionalism-every chance he gets.

Four-year-old Bai Nuo has spent his whole life surviving alone in the apocalypse-cold food, dirty water, and no one to rely on but himself. Then, in a sudden twist, he wakes up in a modern ABO world (a setting where people are categorized as Alpha / Beta / Omega, with social hierarchy and biology shaped around those roles). Here, there are no monsters and no end-of-the-world terror. Food is hot. Water is clean. And for the first time, Bai Nuo has something he's never had before: a family. People tell him the man in front of him is supposed to be his... father. Weak, wary, and desperate not to be rejected, Bai Nuo curls up in the man's arms and whispers, "Dad?" The man is Bai Sheng-the Bai family's infamous Third Young Master, a top-tier alpha known for being brutally strong and merciless. He freezes when he looks down at the child who resembles him. Because the Bai family is a famous elite clan in Ang City: five heirs, all top-tier alphas, all cold-blooded, all fighting for power. Outsiders have long predicted the family will eventually destroy itself from the inside-until a federal raid uncovers an illegal genetic-experiment lab. And Bai Sheng walks out carrying a four-year-old child who shares his blood. In an alpha-dominated world where omegas are rare-especially in a family line that has produced nothing but top-tier alphas for generations-this child is an unprecedented miracle: the Bai family's first and only omega cub. Now, a ruthless dynasty that only understands strength and profit is forced to face something none of them are prepared for: a small, fragile child who just wants to be safe... and loved. Notes from the author (adapted): long, healing, child-growth story with lots of daily-life warmth; romance exists but starts only after adulthood; characters are intentionally imperfect. Dont vote... For offline purposes only... Not mine...

One was supposed to get married that day a serious, well-planned wedding arranged by his parents. The other was just a guest, attending in place of his busy parents, with no idea what chaos was waiting. A small misunderstanding. An angry decision. And in the blink of an eye, they ended up married. Now, two strangers with completely different lives are forced to live under the same roof. One loves order and silence. The other brings noise and trouble wherever he goes. They weren't meant to be. but fate had different plans. Tropes: CEOxStudent touch him and die Possessiveness grumpyxsunshine forced marriage Opposites Attract

The bells of Heaven tolled, but their silver chime could not mask the unease in the throne hall. The Heaven King, radiant and terrifying, loomed over three angels-Newwie, Book, and Mixx. Their wings, once symbols of glory, trembled as a cold dread seeped into their bones. "You are mine," the King said, voice silk over steel. "You will wed me. Obedience is not optional." Newwie's chest tightened. "Love cannot be forced," he whispered, voice trembling but defiant. Book's gaze sharpened like a blade; Mixx clung to Newwie, quivering. The King's eyes blazed. "Refusal? Then feel the cost of your arrogance." Light flared, scorching wings, branding them with exile. They plummeted through endless clouds, fear and sorrow crushing their hearts. Earth rose beneath them, harsh and silent. Yet even broken, their instincts flared-they could not ignore suffering. Kneeling over mortals, their faint glow healed... only for the bodies to twist. Crimson eyes. Horned skulls. Shadows coiling like smoke. Three devils emerged: Tay, Earth, and Force. Tay's smile was dangerous, curious, hungry. "Heaven casts out its treasures... and they land in my hands." The angels froze. Their wings burned with both pain and possibility. Their fall had only begun. In Hell, nothing that descends... ever returns. sequence book 1-fallen for the devil book 2-crown of blood and light book 3 -throne of stars

Tay and New have spent years proving one thing: they absolutely cannot stand each other. Too bad their best friends, Off Jumpol and Gun Atthaphan, are convinced they're meant to be. After countless disastrous setups, one last attempt-a romantic cruise before Off and Gun move away-goes spectacularly wrong. Because instead of falling in love... Tay and New get drunk, mix things up, and wake up in the same bed with a mistake they definitely don't want to remember. They make a pact: it never happened. Simple-until fate laughs in their faces. Forced to work together when their companies merge, Tay Tawan and New Thitipoom are stuck in endless meetings, nonstop bickering, and one very inconvenient truth: the chemistry between them didn't disappear-it got worse. Because nothing complicates hate quite like a night that felt a little too right.