Romemok Stories

✨MY IMPROVISED VERSION OF PEACH AND ME EP 2 (Rome Mok Part)✨ So, EP 2 is already here and honestly what was that???? I mean, we knew the angst was coming but it kinda crash landed for me. The entire scene felt misplaced and incomplete. Of course they were no way similar to the novel RomeMok and that's ok....but the inconsistency in the series irked me. So here is my version of Rome Mok and how they broke up..... DISCLAIMER: Not good with angst or story writing. Only wrote this because I felt Rome Mok deserved BETTER!!! Enjoy.....And do let me know what you think about my version🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Rome was assigned as the new head of the Arseni family and was sent to settle in Hong Kong, following his father's orders. Meanwhile, Mok's duty as Thee's secretary ended, and he was finally reinstated as Rome's left hand.

Mafia Thee and Photographer Peach Married Life. Peach is dominant,sweet and composed Thee is a dangerous mafia to the world but for his husband he is soft , clingy and dramatic. Thee age is 29 peach age is 22 Marn age is 11 and mohk age is 11 ( their kids ) Marn is calm, bubbly and thee's princess and mohk is as calm as peach. Pet name is parker ( dog ) Rome-mok boyfriends Aran-tawan boyfriends Mira-plub girlfriends.

Mok had nothing in his life. Nothing, except his duty. Rome Kritdanai Arseni had everything. Everything, except his love. A mafia heir-reckless, stubborn, and far too interested in a bodyguard who should have remained nothing more than a shadow at his side. And a bodyguard who stood behind him through danger, arguments, and reckless decisions-yet never crossed the invisible line of duty. "Look at me and tell me you feel nothing," Rome whispered, his voice breaking. But Mok did not trust himself to turn back and meet Rome's eyes. So he stared ahead instead, "My feelings are irrelevant." In a world built on loyalty and power, Mok could only ever chose one: His duty. Or the man he was sworn to protect. CrossPosted On AO3

It's a continuation of ep 10, when Mok rejected Rome in the hallway. What if, instead of coming back to Mok, Rome had left in pure agony?

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.

My Version of The Me and Thee ending because I can't wait for Peach and Me NOTE: I AM FOCUSING ON ROMEMOK AND THIS HAS A BIT ANGST

Rome's hands slid firmly onto Mhok's waist, pulling him in until there was no space left between them. Mhok reached up, his palms resting against Rome's tall, broad shoulders, anchoring himself to the only person who made the world quiet. "You spend so much time watching my back," Rome murmured, his breath brushing Mhok's lips. "Let me hold onto you for a change." Mhok entered the ruthless world of the Aresini family for one reason: survival. Hired as a bodyguard for the boss's unpredictable son, Rome, he was supposed to be nothing more than an emotionless shadow. He never planned on crossing the line. He never planned on falling in love. Now, the stakes are higher than ever. Guarding Rome isn't just a job anymore-it's his entire world. But loving Rome means letting down his guard, and a single crack in Mhok's armor risks exposing the shattering trauma he has kept hidden for years. As danger closes in from all sides, Mhok must fight to keep the man he loves safe. while Rome tries desperately to anchor Mhok before the ghosts of his past pull him under for good. Content Warning: This story explores mature themes, including severe panic attacks, PTSD/trauma responses, intrusive thoughts, struggles with self-harm, suicidal ideations, sexual assualt and violence,.

"If I'd known we'd come to this... I wouldn't have fallen in love." Rome doesn't say it because he stopped loving Mok. He says it because, in his eyes, loving him has only ever brought Mok blood, bullets, and pain.

Tôi nhớ là tôi đã quên em rồi, cho đến khi em một lần nữa đứng trước mặt tôi. ____ "Xin em, có thể yêu tôi thêm lần nữa được không?"

A fluffy fanfiction oneshot collection about William, Est, and their little family life - filled with soft moments, everyday chaos, comfort, and love Feel free to drop any suggestions ♡ Disclaimer: This story is purely a fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only. I do not own any of the characters or people mentioned in this story. English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar mistakes or awkward wording. Thank you for reading ♡

"P', come here, you've got something on your hair," William curls his finger in a come here motion. "Huh? What is it?" Est leans forward, so much that his entire center of gravity is shifting towards William. William checks, picking up something, "Oh, it's just lint. You're good, 'P," William says then flicks off the 'lint'. What a bullshit excuse to get even closer when they're already sitting shoulder to shoulder, Daou and Punch thought. Est leans back just enough to look William directly in the eyes. The distance between them barely changed; they're still so close it seemed their noses are touching. "Thanks, Liam," Est murmurs softly. And the people with them groans in annoyance at the non-consensual display of affection. "Get a room!" "Huh?" and for the first time that afternoon, only then did both boys look at their friends. Or; William and Est are trying so hard to hide their feelings for each other, while everyone thought they were already dating.

Everyone in Rosecrest College knew William Hale. Tall, muscular, always wearing that bored, confident smirk. A 6-foot wall of arrogance wrapped in expensive perfumes and designer jackets. William loved it. He needed it. Because at home... attention was currency and affection didn't exist. His parents treated him like an investment, not a son. So he learned early: Don't get attached. Don't care. Don't feel. And he didn't - until him. Slim, quiet, soft-spoken, always hugging textbooks to his chest, messy hair, oversized sweaters, and the kind of gentle smile that made people feel warm without even realizing why. Est liked being invisible. Attention meant danger. Affection meant someone might notice how different he was. His mother raised him alone after his father went to jail for violence. He still flinched whenever someone raised their voice. He believed Alphas were unpredictable... dangerous...unwanted. But sometimes, late at night, when his nature whispered for warmth and safety, Est hated himself for wishing for something he had sworn he'd never want.

RomeMok and TheePeach but focus on RomeMok

In the neon-soaked underworld of Bangkok, Rome Arseni is the untouchable prince: frivolous, spoiled, and protected by the silent, iron-willed Mok. To the world, Mok is a bodyguard. To Rome, Mok is his hoard: the only treasure worth guarding, the only man allowed to see the fractured soul beneath the Arseni gold. But the peace of the Arseni empire is shattered when Vegas Theerapanyakul reaches into the dragon's den. Vegas doesn't just want power; he wants to break the most beautiful thing Rome owns. When Mok is dragged into the sadistic depths of the Minor Family's torture chambers, Rome's playful mask disintegrates. To reclaim his prize, Rome must become a monster more vicious than the one he's hunting.

After the night full of deep talk with his lover, Rome heard what people were saying about Mok and he is not happy about it. "- Oh, you woke up - Rome whispered, feeling like all the anger leaves his body. - You were yelling - Mok said so calmly. Too calm for his liking. - You shouldn't waste your time on this - Rome looked at him in disbelief. Why does Mok sound like this isn't a big deal?! Why was he standing here so calmly, when they called him names?! - Waste my time?! My love, they don't have the right to say things like that about you - he grabbed Mok's hand gently and kissed it. - You are my boyfriend, my love, my life. No one has a right to insult you - he looked at his boy with the whole love he has in him."

I was not satisfied with the romemok gmm decided to give us so I took matters into my own hands and decided to write a oneshot of romemok This is going to be purely romemok so there won't be any other couples

Mok was never meant to be more than a means to Rome's freedom. He was never meant to stay, yet his escape became a chain that never allowed him to leave. And in those fleeting moments they shared, could their sometimes finally turn into the always they had longed for?

MoK didn't remember when he first realized he was in love with Krisdanai Rome Lee. There's a piece of him that feels like it's always been a part of him. Like the undercurrent of a river, continuously pulling him in one direction. Aka while celebrating Rome's birthday, Mok thinks about how long he has loved the other.

Mhok took a bullet for Thee, risking everything to protect the man he serves. Rome's fury was unstoppable, and anyone who dared hurt Mhok would pay. Love and vengeance collided in the same heartbeat.