Our douchebag common friends arranged for us to go on a blind date without telling us that it was a blind date. We spent the entire "date" plotting our retaliation against them rather than getting to know each other, and we had the wonderful idea to pose as a couple before we had a terrible split. However, after two months of this sham, we are unsure of what is genuine and what is actually false. *** A MewGulf short story *** This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The restlessness within Mew intensifies to the point where he feels like screaming. The brightness of the daylight becomes overwhelming, everything seems too clear, and he yearns to escape the torment that his life has become. However, he finds himself unable to gather the strength to take any action. The mere thought of pulling himself together to go outside exhausts him. He desperately craves a change, anything that can alleviate the sensation of things crawling under his skin. Yet, for some unknown reason, he remains paralyzed. - a MewGulf story- P.S. angst ahead and read at your own risk *** This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"Mew Suppasit..." Gulf let out an unexpected croak, feeling extremely foolish as his obnoxious boss stared at him with a surprised expression that he couldn't quite hide. "Gulf? You're...Boo?" Mew looked quite disturbed as he managed to ask, causing Gulf to vigorously shake his head, almost detaching it from his shoulders, while hissing. - a MewGulf story - This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

No one could deny that Mew Suppasit, a high school math teacher, was one of the hottest people in the world... His perfectly sculpted muscles, his chiseled jawline, his dark, intense eyes, and basically everything else... No one could escape his gaze, because when met with it, it sucked you in, it got your attention... Gulf was no exception... Falling for his teacher, who was over 10 years older than him. As a 16 year old who really didn't give a fuck about rules, hated following orders, and didn't listen to anyone, his teacher had him in a trance whenever they locked eyes. Whether or not Mew was interested is a mystery to him. All he knows is that he can't deny it. He fell in love with his teacher. This book contains the following... Violence Smut (both rough and soft) Trauma Harsh language Some mentions of abuse/SA Age gap And It's fucking gay. If you don't like yaoi... Why are you even here on my page?😂 If there's a black heart in the title, it means there's smut

You are so far from me ! Cause you didn't hear any perfect word, you didn't see any stylish beauty pose. But you never noticed 'the way I look at you'...

Husband's mother :- Mother-in-law Husband's father:- Father-in-law Husband's sister:- Sister-in-law . . . Then Husband's boyfriend ? Simple ! Boyfriend-in-law, isn't it? Do you want to know about me and my boyfriend-in-law? Hello guys it's me with my 1st oneshot (MewGulf) Don't forget to check it out sweethearts. *M-Preg*

Most fairytale starts with once upon a time, but I say their story started like this... *** a MewGulf short story This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Tharn and Types relationship is far from love at first sight. Tharn is out going and makes friends with everyone. Type is quiet and mostly keeps to himself and the few friends he has. They are complete opposites, but you know what they say. Opposites attract.

Type swallowed hard, watching the little water drops slide down Tharn's defined chest. He pressed the shutter button. The shutter clicked and the light flashed, capturing Tharn's picture. He watched him, through the lens, as he changed his position and undo another one of his buttons. "Type." Tharn's voice was like music to his ears. Just listening to him call his name made him nervous, though. "Is this good?" "It's perfect." ---------- Type is a member of the photography club at his college. Tharn is a member of the music club. When the president of the music club wants to put on a talent show to attract more members, the students are tasked with making posters for it. So, they enlist the help of the best photographer on campus, who just happens to be Type. Type is finally finding something he likes more than photography, while Tharn is finally finding something he may want to spend more time looking at than music notes.

Loving someone in one thing and declaring it to the world is a whole different story. Hi guys This story is a Mewgulf fanfiction and my first story ever. Enjoy the story and share your comments Love ❤️