These are purely fanfiction and I do not own the series or characters. This is a characters from the original book How Much is Your Love by Howlsairy. I fall in love with North and Johan character from this novel and was inspire to write an alternative story. What if I embodied character from North and Bas into 1 person and take my own spin in this story. This will be my version of story and not related to living person. Hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I have written it.

Johan is an imposing alpha, respected and feared in every circle he frequents, except by North, his omega and owner of a charming flower shop. By his side, Johan allows himself to be sweet, protective, and even vulnerable. When North discovers he's six months pregnant with twins, the couple's life changes completely. Amidst appointments, discoveries, raw emotions, and many flowers, they learn that true love blossoms in the details of everyday life. A story about affection, complicity, and the transformative power of new life, or two, arriving in a home already flourishing with love. Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so there might be some grammar or spelling mistakes. There is no intention to disrespect, harm, or misrepresent any of the characters or the actors who portray them.

CEO of Chalawit Enterprises, Johan is a tall, brooding, and powerful figure. He is an enigma in the business world, known for his ruthless deals and quiet intensity. Despite his dominant professional persona, he has a peculiar and well-known preference: he sleeps with betas only. CEO of Natchanan Investments, North is an alpha in every sense of the word. He's a confident and unyielding force who commands a room with sheer arrogance. He has a fierce reputation for never letting anyone dominate him, making him a formidable and uncompromising opponent.

Johan has everything-money, power, charm, and a reputation that precedes him into every room. As the owner of a multimillion-baht empire, he's known as a polished playboy who never lingers, never commits, and never wants more than one night. Except for his assistant. North is efficient, composed, and painfully good at pretending he doesn't notice the way his boss watches him. Working at Johan's side means enduring teasing glances, suggestive comments, and a proximity that feels far too intimate for a professional relationship. North has learned to laugh it off, convincing himself it's just Johan being Johan-flirtatious, careless, and utterly unattainable. What neither of them realizes is that they're both trapped in the same lie. Johan's teasing is a shield for feelings he doesn't know how to confess. North's restraint is protection against a heartbreak he's certain is inevitable. Between late nights at the office, stolen looks across conference tables, and friends who see far more than either man admits, the line between boss and assistant begins to blur. Slowly. Deliberately. Inevitably. In a world of contracts and control, desire becomes the one thing Johan can't dominate-and North may be the only man who's ever truly owned his heart. Because when everything else fades, there's only one truth left: It was always only you, Mr Assistant.

North, Ter, Phoon, and Dao are four boys stitched together by shared pain-broken homes, emotional scars, and the quiet understanding that no one was coming to save them. Fresh out of high school and desperate for freedom, they run south, chasing distance from their pasts and a paycheck big enough to buy them a future. Their refuge? A luxurious golf-and-beach resort where survival comes in the form of tips, overtime, and biting sarcasm. Enter the Dragon Heirs. Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-infamous, obscenely rich, and untouchable. The heirs to the country's most powerful empire are worshipped and feared in equal measure. Resort staff whisper about them like urban legends: rude, ruthless, and dangerously cruel. Everyone avoids them. Everyone-except four broke, traumatized boys who desperately need tuition money. Unlike the rest, North and his friends couldn't care less about family empires or terrifying reputations. To them, the Dragon Heirs aren't monsters-they're walking ATMs. Whether it's enduring verbal abuse as caddies, driving them around like unpaid therapists, serving drinks while being flirted with and insulted in the same breath, or simply standing there looking pretty enough to earn a tip, they take it all with a forced smile and a sharp tongue. Fear doesn't pay for college-but sarcasm might. When a runaway, problematic gang collides with four spoiled, power-drunk young masters, chaos is inevitable. Insults turn into banter. Power plays turn into lingering looks. Somewhere between arguments, accidental confessions, and very inappropriate tension, something dangerous starts to bloom. Is it just chaos? Or is it romance-loud, messy, ridiculous romance-threatening to ruin all of them in the best way possible?

It was a place where the weak were devoured, and the strong ruled. Disclaimer "This fan fiction, inspired by Howlsairy's North: How Much Is Your Love? and other works, focuses on Johan North. While Johan North originates from Howlsairy's original story.

This is a story of forbidden love, fragile choices, and the question that haunts them both: Is it betrayal to fall for the one who feels like home?

Tonfah×Typhoon fanfics, Fluff & Smut (mostly fluff) By the novel 'South Beside the Sky' and series 'Fourever You' This is a headcanon of My Favourite couple. This is my take and imagination of Tonfah and Typhoon's future. Hope You enjoy it Please leave Comments about your thoughts on My Story 😊🫶🏻

An alternate universe where letters doesn't happen, but jealousy brings Tonfah and Typhoon together.

North was an omega born wrong in a world that feared him. His scent marked him as something rare, something unnatural. So his family hid him. Disguised him. Buried his truth beneath human clothes and silent days. He lived among humans pretending to be one, suppressing the bond-slick ache of instincts he was never allowed to feel. Until the day Johan found him. A chance meeting. A mistake, maybe. Or something deeper-older. Johan, an alpha carved from storm and command, wasn't meant to notice him. But he did. And when their eyes met, something ancient stirred. Something that refused to be hidden any longer. Because North was never meant to live in the shadows. And Johan was never meant to let him.