"𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚. 𝐒𝐨... 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲." A twenty-year arranged marriage, one misunderstood son, and a love that had always been painfully quiet. ♪ A PondPhuwin AU story. Arranged marriage of 20 years with a 15 year old son who tinks that their parents are anything but couples. Because all he ever witnessed are silent mornings, rare emotions and an empty heart. What he doesn't know is they both have been in love, jut in a quiet way. ♪ ✓ Arranged marriage. ✓ Top Naravit & Bottom Tang ✓ Mentions of male pregnancy ✓ No directions of typical omegaverse elements (heat, rut, pheromones, mates) ♪ This entire story, plot belongs to me, unfortunately Pond and Phuwin don't. This story is written only for entertainment purpose. Any similarities to other stories, real life incidences, or famous celebrities is purely coincidential and not intentional. Read it with an open mind.

Do I have children? no Do I have a wife? no Have I ever dated before? Ofcourse not! now someone tell me how did I become imperial father! Wei Qing was a simple office until he diagnosed with cancer and would soon die, when someone came up to him and asked. do you have a family. Wei Qing long long standing dream was to have a large family but fate didn't want that of him. fine you will have your wish but don't back out on your wish. not only was he transmigrated into a large family but he was the most riches and strongest ruler but the issue is.... he was an emperor he had multiple women and children what kind of chaos like family did he got he wants a refund... the emperor the trophy that everyone wants once a spineless man Wei Qing must take his place and put this family in its place.

He was a modern etiquette professor-sharp-tongued, brilliant, and a little too sure of his composure. Then a falling flower pot ruined both his day and his century. Now Lan Ruochen wakes as the Second Young Master of a powerful noble house-pampered, envied, and absolutely unprepared for silk sleeves, ancient politics, and the thousand ways a bow can start a war. Armed with charm, wit, and dangerously good posture, he plans to survive court life one sarcastic remark at a time. But when a certain cold-eyed prince begins to take interest, the game of manners turns into something far more complicated- and far more personal. Complete

Ye Joon died and got reincarnated into the body of a villain who's destined to die at a young age. But Ye Joon was no pushover idiot. Warning: Rpe, imprisonment, obsessive/yandere characters. This book is NOT romanticizing these things. I wrote this book based (half) on my experiences! ______ For Anyone wondering, this is a reupload cus wattpad removed the og one. (better grammar and plot ig)

From the moment Phuwin was born, a marriage was meticulously arranged for him, intended to unite him with a partner of noble lineage. However, he found himself profoundly resistant to the idea of marrying Pond, the son of a servant. This notion stirred deep dissatisfaction within Phuwin. The instant he laid eyes on Pond, his proposed match, a wave of disdain washed over him, setting into motion a cascade of events that would ultimately lead to his eventual unraveling.ng. All the pictures, GIFS, and videos that will be used do not belong to me. 27th August - #1 Phuwin

In order to redeem my missing memories. I need to do a mission and that is... Making the male leads fall for me. (If this by any chance, is the same with other word hopping stories. It is purely coincidental and you may message me for further questions. Lovelots!)

15 year old boy, nonchalant and rich brat, who doesn't have any friends, who doesn't know how to even talk to someone properly in a awkward situation falls in love with a 25 year old. Pond, his father's colleague. Who's there just to work, and have a simple yet comfortable life.

"ကျန်ရှိတဲ့ လက်ကျန်ဘဝလေးကိုတော့ အကိုနဲ့ ကုန်ဆုံးချင်သေးတယ်" "အကိုလည်း ကျန်ရှိတဲ့ဘဝလေးကို အပြည့်အဝစောင့်ရှောက်ပေးပါရစေ Phuwin"

Thunder rolled over the blackened skies of the Nightshade Continent, where rain struck the roof of Crimson Manor like glass shattering on stone. At the heart of the manor, in a room sealed from both the living and the dead, stood Duke Adrien Valtas. He was not weeping. He was not allowed to. The corpse of a young man lay on a velvet altar-gold-threaded priest robes now soaked in dark blood, his face pale as marble. Elric. The human who had smiled at him like no one else. The one who once laughed and told him that monsters deserved warmth too. The one who had died shielding the Vampire Prince from an assassin's blade. The Prince lived. Elric died. And Adrien never forgave either of them. His hand hovered over the lifeless body, trembling. "You chose him," Adrien whispered, his voice cracking like dry leaves underfoot. "Even in your last breath... you chose him." He leaned down, pressing his forehead to Elric's cold chest. "But I will not forget you. I will not let you go." He summoned the Crimson Rite, a forbidden vampire ritual only those born of pureblood could access. It could not revive the dead. But it could preserve them. A curse of the body, defying rot and time. A body kept intact... waiting for the soul that would never return. Adrien sealed Elric inside a crystal coffin and placed it beneath his manor in the Shrine of Eternal Thirst. And then... he went mad. He stopped drinking fresh blood. He tortured prisoners in the same voice he once used to murmur love. He danced with corpses and laughed at funerals. Until he met him. Note: This story my own idea and AI help me creating this :)

They will claim to be her salvation as they take her through hell. Left in the care of her brothers, Isabella starts to realize this as the truth begins to crack the surface of all that she has left and she realizes there is no escape. • • • A thriller/mystery based book about family. Contains sensitive material (no cliches). Copyright © 2020 by luxedreams. All rights reserved.