Stiles ne mettait plus les pieds au loft. Après avoir dit leurs quatre vérités à Scott, Isaac et Derek, Peter se rendit chez lui, sans imaginer ce qui l'attendait. Il y fit une terrible découverte. Chaque lundi à 17 heures.

Katsuki is still grabbing the steering wheel like he's very tempted to drive away from there. His knuckles are slightly white, perhaps because the grip of the wheel has tightened considerably. "Izuku, this is not a safe place." He's deadly serious, and by the tone in his voice, it seems like he's about to snap, but he's trying to control himself. "I can take care of myself," he hears himself saying, slightly irritated. Katsuki is not the only stubborn person in that car. "Alright..." Katsuki doesn't deny it, but Izuku can tell that he doesn't like the situation at all. "If you want to save for your new apartment, perhaps you can live with me in the meantime. You'll save even more money because you won't have to pay rent anymore."

He gets ready; he knows that he'd probably die, but if the explosion destroys his door he could have a chance of survival and perhaps manage to get out of there. "WHERE IS HE?" A new voice bellows right outside and there's something familiar about it, a voice that he hasn't heard in years. "DEKU!" Izuku is not sure how his childhood friend knows he's there; he's actually shocked that the number one pro hero still remembers him, but that doesn't mean he's not absolutely relieved to hear his voice again. "Kacchan! Here!"

Bakugou tries to get Izuku's phone number. No quirk au High school/ Cafe au ------------------------- Dedicated to @Dekusgirlfriend123 by @princefrvr. This whole book is their birthday present to you! Happy Birthday @Dekusgirlfriend123! 🥳

"Thirty is coming. So is the question they never answered. One promise. One year. One chance to choose." At twenty-two, it was supposed to be a joke. A half-laugh, a careless promise made on an ordinary night: If we're still single at thirty, we'll try. No rules. No pressure. No expectations. They never spoke of it again. Seven years later, Pond and Phuwin are adults in every way that matters-steady jobs, separate lives, carefully built routines. They are still best friends. Still each other's constant. Still the first person the other thinks of, even when they pretend not to. When circumstances force them back into the same space, old familiarity turns dangerous. Shared mornings feel too intimate. Soft touches linger too long. Conversations circle around everything they refuse to name. And somewhere between now and thirty, the promise resurfaces-not as a joke, but as a question neither of them knows how to answer. Because this isn't about falling in love. It's about admitting they already did-and deciding whether they're brave enough to risk the one thing they've never lost. Set in the quiet tension of adulthood, Somewhere Before Forever is a slow-burn friends-to-lovers story about timing, restraint, and the kind of love that waits patiently... until it can't anymore.

"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

Tay has a crush on Gun but whenever he attempts to make a move, Gun's bestfriend (New Thitipoom) is always present to thwart his plans. Or The story of how Tay slowly falls in love with his nemesis (New). DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TAY AND NEW. THIS IS ALL FICTIONAL BUT YOU'RE FREE TO INTERPRET IT AS YOU PLEASE LIKE ANY FORM OF LITERATURE. A/N: THIS IS GOING TO BE MORE DIALOGUE THAN NARRATION. THANKS FOR READING. DROP A STAR, YOU CAN STAR EVERY CHAPTER.

"In the gravity of rivalry, even hate can pull you into orbit." Two rivals. One campus. Endless battles of wit, skill, and pride. But when hate pulls them together, will rivalry turn into something far more dangerous-and irresistible?

Phuwin has a strictly "no entry" policy for his heart-and his apartment. After a devastating public betrayal, he's finally reclaimed his space. That is, until Pond Naravit-a former idol with a "termite" problem and a very distracting physique-decides to move into his guest room. Pond is everything Phuwin should avoid: persistent, teasing, and shamelessly honest. But as the lines between "roommate" and "reality" begin to blur, Phuwin realizes that some intruders are worth keeping. A story of healing, pink laundry disasters, and the man who refused to leave the lights off.

Pond is the campus heartthrob-cocky, charming, and a little too good at turning people into punchlines. And Phuwin? Just the quiet nerd he teases between classes. Sweet, invisible Phuwin who always smiles like it doesn't hurt. Who laughs like his heart isn't quietly breaking. But behind those glasses and gentle eyes is a boy who feels everything. Who writes poems he'll never share. Who's been in love with his bully since first year but is too afraid to confess... too afraid of being a joke. Until one day, he's not. The jokes stop. The smiles disappear. Phuwin turns cold. And suddenly, Pond can't breathe. Because now it's not so funny. Not when Phuwin won't look at him. Not when the silence is louder than anything he's ever teased. Not when the boy who used to care-won't anymore. Pond thought he was in control. But he never saw the moment he broke something beautiful. And now, he might've lost the one person who ever looked at him like he was more than just a mask. MADE WITH HELP OF AI