This is a full story based off the one shot collection An Attorney and his bodyguard. Please read the collection first as the story takes place right after those events. Arthit and Kongpob are officially dating as alpha and omega. After winning a huge case and his life being threatened, Kongpob is now free from danger and can fully pursue his relationship with the bodyguard who had been assigned to protect him. Now that they have become official, everything should be smooth sailing, right? Unfortunately, many things can go wrong between an alpha and his omega when they first start dating. Secrets, trust issues, insecurities and love all play a role in relationships an both Arthit and Kongpob will have to navigate these things to make their relationship work. Kongpob wants to be mated and marked yet Arthit holds back. Can their relationship survive?

Dunk is a forensic medical examiner who investigates the mysterious death of Joong, But when he examines the body in the autopsy room, it turns out that Joong is actually STILL alive. genre: supernatural, thriller, romance, angst

Dunk, a man with bruises he can't explain, walks into a host club asking for one night of feeling desired. No questions. No light. Just a stranger's hands to remind him he's beautiful. He didn't expect to come back. The host, Joong didn't expect to wait for him.

They made it out. But survival is not the same thing as peace. Outside Black Halo, the world is wider, colder, and far less merciful than any of them imagined. The people who escaped are no longer trapped behind one institution's walls - but they are still trapped inside everything that place turned them into. Old loyalties deepen. New fractures open. Love becomes more desperate, more obsessive, more painful than before. And the line between devotion and destruction grows thinner with every step forward. Black Halo - Book 2: Tied to Me is not about healing. It is about what remains after the cage breaks - and the terrifying ways people cling to each other when they no longer know how to survive alone.

Dare you to death X The heart killers | JOONGDUNK FANFIC Undercover officer Jade is supposed to keep a low profile while investigating a case. New apartment. New identity. Quiet roommate who runs a garage. Perfect plan. Except the roommate turns out to be Style - loud, chaotic, dramatic, and absolutely incapable of minding his own business. Jade expected peace. Instead he gets midnight arguments, unnecessary flirting, and a man who somehow ends up involved in everything. As if that wasn't enough, the landlady starts suspecting Jade of doing illegal work. Style, fresh out of a breakup, has his own problem-his father must never find out. So here comes the worst possible suggestion: "Just pretend to be my boyfriend." Now Jade has to juggle an undercover investigation, a fake relationship, and a roommate who might be the biggest distraction of all. Because solving the case was supposed to be the hard part. Falling for Style definitely wasn't part of the plan. Now Jade has a case to solve, a cover to maintain... and a roommate who might become his favorite problem.

Angels observe. They do not interfere. They do not desire. Dunk and Phuwin have always followed that rule. From above, humanity is a captivating spectacle: fire that destroys and saves, bodies that ache and heal, glances that promise more than they should. Joong lives surrounded by flames. He's a firefighter. Risk is part of his world. Pond works with touch and recovery. As a physiotherapist, he knows some wounds need more than time. When curiosity turns into choice, heaven's rules begin to crack. Because watching was never the danger. Wanting to feel is. And once you choose to fall... there is no going back.

He was there. I could feel him, even though I couldn't see him. I could smell his cologne, I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his gaze on me, burning on my skin, my body, my soul. It was like a torture. A blissful torture.

A JoongDunk Fanfiction | Dark Romance | Boarding School "Breathe in my direction again, and I'll choke you. But don't you dare breathe for anyone else." At Saint Helios Academy, the hierarchy is simple: There is "Joong" archen Aydin, and then there is everyone else. As the Principal's only son, Joong is the undisputed king of the campus. He is violent, untouchable, and governed by a cold set of rules. For his cousin, Dunk Natachai, life is a delicate dance of survival. Dunk is the "charity case," the shadow living in Joong's private suite, and the only person who knows that Joong's hatred is just as suffocating as his obsession. Dunk has lived by the Aydin family bylaws for years: 1. Don't make eye contact with Joong before his morning coffee. 2. Don't speak in family gatherings unless spoken to. 3. And the most crucial rule, the one written in invisible ink across Dunk's forehead: 'Do not belong to anyone else.' Dunk has a secret a serious, heart-wrenching crush on the very boy who treats him like a possession. Joong claims to hate him, yet he destroys anyone who dares to get close. He starts fights that bloodied his knuckles and stains his reputation, all while his father looks the other way. When an ex-lover reappears and the boundaries of their shared suite begin to blur, Rule Number Three is put to the ultimate test. In a world of wealth, power, and dark desires, Dunk must decide: Is he Joong's family, his victim, or his greatest addiction? Some rules are meant to be broken. Others are meant to break you.

A JoongDunk fanfic | Hitman × Detective | Enemies-to-Lovers Slow Burn Fadel must kill the nameless detective unraveling a deadly case. Kamin senses a shadow stalking him through Bangkok's rain. They're hunting each other-blind. One glance in the dark. One breath away from pulling the trigger. One heartbeat from falling. Who kills first? Or who surrenders?

Joong Archen, a journalist receives an anonymous email with a list of names-each one marked for assassination. His own name is the second last. The last name on the list? His ex-boyfriend, a lawyer with powerful enemies. As they dig deeper, bodies start dropping, and the journalist realizes the only way to survive is to find the one pulling the strings-before they reach the final name on the list.