Estwilliam Stories

Est Supha is the "Steel CEO"-cold, controlled, and perfectly predictable. William is his shadow, the manager who handles his life so Est doesn't have to feel it. But when an arranged marriage to the insufferable Ella looms, Est's control snaps. He tells a desperate lie: "I'm already seeing someone." To save the firm, William must step out of the shadows and into the role of fake boyfriend. It was supposed to be a contract, a temporary mess. But as the lines between professional and personal bleed, Est realizes that William doesn't just manage his schedule. He manages his heart.

William has always lived like a stranger inside his own home. Quietly enduring cold stares, harsh words, and endless exhaustion, he learns to survive each day by asking for nothing and expecting even less. At work, he hides behind soft smiles and tired eyes, convincing everyone he is fine. Until someone slowly begins noticing the loneliness he tries so hard to bury. And for the first time in a long while, William starts wondering what it feels like to be genuinely loved instead of merely tolerated.

William, an Alpha, has finally built his own company-everything falling into place for him almost too easily, as if success was inevitable. Then comes a shift he never planned for: an arranged marriage. Est, William's arranged husband, hides more than he shows, always calm and carefully unreadable. William looks at Est and is certain he's an Omega-quiet, gentle and almost obedient. But what happens when truth comes out? As beneath the surface, nothing is as simple as it looks-memories that were buried begin to resurface. Past once forgotten starts showing up.

Some people believe love is loud. Confessions. Fireworks. Chaos. But sometimes... love is quiet. A 21 year old music major who doesn't believe in love. A 25 year old kindergarten teacher who believes in it - but not for himself. Between morning drop-offs, soft melodies, messy paint, and tiny hands holding onto big ones... something begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Just slow. From denial... to forever.

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Est falls in love with someone he isn't supposed to.

Some people run toward something. But William runs away. Away from the city, from his past, from the nightmares that wake him every night. The village by the sea is supposed to be temporary. But then he meets a man with messy hair and a quiet kindness. And slowly.... Okay let's explore together!

A book filled with oneshot stories of WilliamEst/EstWilliam. A collection of intimate moments, stolen glances, and passionate encounters between. Each story is a self-contained adventure, a fresh perspective on their relationship, filled with warmth, emotion, and unexpected twists. Some may or may not contain real life references for better view and understanding of WilliamEst. Purely all fictional, written only for fun and imaginations only.

Power runs through their veins. Danger follows their names. The five heirs of Bangkok's most feared mafia empire rule the underworld with blood, loyalty, and fear. But when revenge sparks forbidden feelings and love becomes their greatest weakness, the Crowned Sinners discover that even kings can fall. In a world of power, betrayal, and deadly secrets, protecting the empire may be easier than protecting their hearts.

The mafia boss falls in love with the cute Omega kindergarten teacher.

It was never their choice. Their families decided it for them- same condo, same life, same space. Est lives by control, silence, and order. William breaks every rule just by existing. They clash. They fight. They push each other away. But under the same roof... even hate begins to sound a little too much like something else

ESTWILLIAM Story 🦈🎸 Base characteristics:- William: soft,cute,winny (Cold,unreadable,stuborn part of the story) Est: friendly,esay to go with,humble To know what happens.. Risk to read first chapter.. ~🌺🌺~

At seventeen, Wesley has only one certainty in life-his father, Est Supha, has never truly loved him. Cold, distant, and buried beneath endless work, Est provides everything money can buy but has never learned how to be the father Wesley desperately needed. So when Est leaves for an overseas business trip, Wesley sneaks into his father's private study, searching for hidden liquor to numb a heartbreak of his own. Instead, he discovers a dusty camcorder. The footage changes everything. There, on the tiny screen, is a version of Est Wesley has never seen before-laughing until his eyes disappear into crescents, smiling so brightly it hurts to watch, burying his face into the shoulder of the man behind the camera while the stranger's warm voice teases him with unmistakable affection. To Wesley, there is only one explanation. His father cheated on his late mother. The resentment he has carried for years hardens into hatred. As if his life wasn't already falling apart, Wesley's first love is just as confusing. For the first time in years, Est reaches out to his son. For the first time, Wesley pushes him away. When Wesley finally uncovers the heartbreaking love story Est has buried for seventeen years, regret comes too late. A desperate race to reach his father ends beneath the blinding headlights of a speeding truck. When Wesley opens his eyes again, he isn't in a hospital. He's in the past. Now fate offers him an impossible choice. Stop Est from ever meeting William, and spare his father a lifetime of unbearable grief... ...or protect the greatest love story Est ever had, knowing that if William survives, Wesley himself may never be born. How do you choose between your own existence... ...and the only chance your father will ever have at happiness? If saving the people you love meant erasing yourself, would you still do it?

The Heir's Obsession: Tangled Vines YOU SHOULDN'T READ THIS IF... You like soft boys and happy endings. DEAN JAKRAPATR gave me flowers. WILLIAM JAKRAPATR gave me nightmares. And I wanted both. Dean loves me like I'm glass. Safe. Gentle. Easy to break. William looks at me like I'm his. Dangerous. Cold. And he doesn't do _easy_. One brother kisses my forehead. The other lifts my chin and says, "Mine." In the Jakrapatr house, love isn't sweet. It's a war. And I'm the thing they're fighting for. Green Forest vs Black Storm. Innocence vs Obsession. Brother vs Brother. I was Dean's first love. But William made me his last mistake.

Po was never meant to vanish. Not just from Thame's life-but from Thailand itself. No forwarding address. No goodbye. Just a boy who once held Thame's hoodie like it meant something. And then disappeared like he never existed. Thame left for Korea with a broken heart and a suitcase full of questions. He built a new life in a city that didn't know his past. He smiled for cameras, danced for fans, and stopped asking where Po went. Until one of MARS fell-literally-into Po's arms. And suddenly, the silence shattered. Now the story rewrites itself: New friendships that feel like old ones. Old brotherhood spoken in new words. A family that never stopped waiting. A boy with a new name and an old promise. Secrets buried deep enough to bleed. Tears that taste like home. This isn't a love story. It's a story about the people who stay, even when they leave. About healing in pieces. About loyalty that doesn't need proof. And about the kind of forever that whispers, not shouts. He was just a small part of Thame's life. But he left the biggest feeling.

William Jakrapatr hated only one person. Est Supha. The boy who was always better than him. The boy he could never understand. The boy who became his most beautiful mistake.

While loudly dictating a sci-fi fanfiction concept about a clumsy alien prince on a Heidelberg park bench, lonely Thai student William is accidentally overheard by Est Supha-a wildly famous Thai superstar and national athlete on the other side of the bushes. Amused, Est posts a photo of William, sending him viral under #TheBenchStory. The journey comes full circle back in Thailand, where Est pulls off a final plot twist by visiting William's quiet hometown. Though the fanfiction is officially closed, their real-life journey is just beginning. PS - its a work of imagination. it doesn't have any connection with real life. and Don't copy it, that's prohibited .

​🐶 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕 🦈 = 𝟏-𝟑 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 🎐 ​💙 = 👨🏻‍🎤 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓 🏊🏻 ❤️ = 🎸 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐎 📹 💛 = 🔫 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐇𝐎𝐊 🕴🏻 ▫️​𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.🦋 ▫️​ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ғᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ. ɪ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴏʀ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ-ʟɪғᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀs, ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴊᴀᴋʀᴀᴘᴀᴛʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇsᴛ sᴜᴘʜᴀ.🌷 ▫️​𝐀𝗌 α ᑯ𝖾𝗏ⱺ𝗍𝖾ᑯ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐂𝐀⛲, α𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍ωⱺ 𝗒𝖾α𝗋𝗌 ⱺ𝖿 ω𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𐓣𝗀 𝖿ⱺ𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝖾 "𝐊𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌," ꭑ𝗒 υᥣ𝗍𝗂ꭑα𝗍𝖾 𝖿α𝗏ⱺ𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 ρɦ𝗂-ρɦ𝗂 ᑯυⱺ 🐋𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐖🐻‍❄️, 𝚰'ꭑ ɦ𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍ⱺ 𝖾𝗑ρα𐓣ᑯ ꭑ𝗒 𝗃ⱺυ𝗋𐓣𝖾𝗒 ᑲ𝗒 𝗂𐓣𝖼ᥣυᑯ𝗂𐓣𝗀 𝗍ɦ𝖾 αᑯⱺ𝗋αᑲᥣ𝖾 "𝐏𝗋𝗂𐓣𝖼𝖾𝗌", 🐶𝐖𝚰𝐋𝐋𝚰𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓🦈, ꭑ𝗒 ᑯ𝖾α𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𐓣ⱺ𐓣𝗀-𐓣ⱺ𐓣𝗀 ᑯυⱺ.♥️ ▫️​ᵂʰᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ 'ᵂᵉˢᵗⁱᵉ' ᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵃˢᵘᵃˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ🌟 〰️ ✿ 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ✿

| He fucking infuriates me. Drives me crazy. To the point where I grind my teeth. And if he looks at my lips one more time, I'll either kill him or kiss him. And the bastard is constantly staring. | "You have a fetish or something?" "For what?" "My lips. You stare at them every goddamn second." William lazily shifts his gaze from his mouth to his eyes. Slowly. Challenging. Like he's saying, "Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?" "Not every second," he finally replies. "Just when you open your mouth to say some bullshit." "So, constantly." "So, go fuck yourself, kitten." Est smirks, turns away to the window. It's quiet in the car, just the rain drumming on the roof. William is staring again. Est can feel it at the back of his neck. "You know," he says without turning around, "if you like it that much, you could just ask." "Ask for what?" "I don't know. Permission, maybe." A pause. Heavy. Sticky. "I never ask," William replies quietly. "I take." Est turns his head. Meets his gaze. It's too dark in the car to tell who's going to kill who first. Or... "Try it," Est whispers. "And I'll break your jaw." "Your arms are too short, Est." "But my teeth are sharp." William smiles. For the first time that day without his usual cockiness. "I know," he says. "That's why you're still alive."

𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗙𝗙. 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻. It was supposed to be simple. 5 months. A contract. A fake husband. Joong Archen Aydin got exactly that. Morning routines. Shared dinners. A mansion that slowly stopped feeling empty. Dunk came with coffee, repaired benches, and two friends who moved in like they owned the place. Somehow, a contract turned into a home. There were no grand confessions. No dramatic chases. Just quiet mornings, stolen smiles, and two people who were obviously, painfully in love. The only problem? The contract still has an end date. 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵?