Bibliotheca
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Their Beautiful Secret by ZiaJang
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ZiaJang's Omegaverse Series Prequel: Until I Met You Status: Ongoing ____________________________________ ____________________________________ Kongpob Sutthilak, an alpha, will now enter Kanthapat University. As a freshman in the faculty of engineering, he will undergo the SOTUS system and the head hazer is none other than his fated omega, Arthit Rojnapat. Journey to the life of this couple as they tackle through their lives as college students, lovers, and parents to a lovely little boy, Wayo Sutthilak. ____________________________________ ____________________________________ Credits: Bittersweet (SOTUS reference, characters) © ZiaJang2019
The Assassin and the King    -     SOTUS by Sakura_D
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Imagine with me if you will, a land long ago, filled with kings, assassins and men of power. With palaces in the shimmering sands and great stories of treasure and jewels and precious things that could be found beneath the dunes. A re-imaging story of the characters from SOTUS. Characters from Sotus, they belong to the amazing BitterSweet, I'm just borrowing them. Photos, videos and any media used have been borrowed from the internet and are CREDITED to the rightful owners.
Be Mine (Completed) by kottran
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Kongpob is a 2000 year old vampire king with special ability who felt that his life was boring with no spark in it until he met him Arthit his sun Declaration: I do not own any character all rights belongs to bittersweet Author note: This is the first time me writing a story, I am not native english or thai pls bear with my mistakes
Sotus Black by Sakura_D
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Sotus - Sotus Black Time never stops, moving and changing everything in its wake. Time they say, heals all pain. Makes you forget. Time has no hold on an immortal. Wounds don't heal, we never forget. I was the only one who remembered him. My pain was my own doing. My suffering was my penetrance. Even then, somewhere deep in our soul, hidden in the darkest depth we still keep it. A tiny light of hope. Then you see it, true love and the small hope left in your heart begins to fade away.