Santapongsapak Stories

CEO and Intern during the day and Husbands in night. Perth and Santa married couple who keeps their office life professional. But how long will it last ? Nobody knows...

"Who are you? Because the more I look at you, the more I realize I'm kissing a stranger."

For three years, Perth and Santa built a life together behind closed doors, hiding their relationship from a world obsessed with Perth's fame. While millions of fans speculated about the rock star's love life, the person who truly held his heart remained invisible. After yet another dating rumor dominates the headlines, Santa reaches his breaking point. #happyending

It was supposed to be the wedding of the year An arranged marriage between two of the most powerful families in the country. The groom from the Tanapons. The groom from the Pongsapaks. A perfect union in the eyes of everyone... except the grooms themselves. Because neither of them wanted it. Perth Tanapon and Santa Pongsapak arrogant, sharp-tongued, and impossibly stubborn had only one thought in their individual minds Run. And they did. But fate had different plans. Two escape attempts. Two stubborn grooms. And one perfectly timed disaster. One miscommunication. And somehow... they ended up married anyway. Because fate doesn't like being ignored. Now, two enemies with a shared history of eye-rolls, insults, and unresolved tension are stuck under one roof. One loves rules, routines, and revenge. The other thrives on chaos, sarcasm, and spontaneous glitter bombs. They fight like it's a sport. But under the petty pranks and dramatic threats... something else is starting to grow. Something they both swore they didn't want. They weren't supposed to fall in love. But now? They just might hate how much they don't hate each other. Tropes: Forced Marriage Love after Marriage Enemies to Lovers Touch Him and Die Slow Burn Romance Domestic Chaos

When fire meets its own spark, the world does not merely burn-it transforms. What begins as a fleeting collision ignites into a love story steeped in fervor, temptation, and a dangerous, all-consuming obsession. Aran Sappanakul - a name whispered like a secret among the elite- is beauty incarnate. A renowned model whose presence alone bends attention toward him, as though the world itself forgets how to breathe. His features are sculpted with almost cruel precision; eyes that shimmer with unspoken defiance, and a gaze sharp enough to wound. He moves like a living illusion-untouchable, radiant, and maddeningly distant-yet beneath that polished exterior lies a quiet storm, something restless... something waiting to be set ablaze. And then, there is him. Tawan De Larvier - a name feared more than spoken. A man carved from power and shadow, the undisputed force of a Latin mafia empire. His presence does not ask for attention-it commands it, suffocates it. Cold, calculating, and merciless, his very silence carries the weight of violence. They say his eyes hold no mercy, only the quiet promise of ruin... yet within that darkness flickers something far more dangerous than cruelty-control. When Aran is forced into Tawan's world, the line between desire and destruction begins to blur. Because some flames are not meant to warm- they are meant to consume.

"Loving you was never in my dictionary, but it just happened anyway." - Santa "I've never fallen in love before, but with you? I can fall a thousand times."- Perth ......... In a story where Pond and Santa had been in a relationship for five years and promised each other to get married. Santa had to marry Pond's younger brother Perth due to Pond's sudden absence at the marriage day. It was difficult for both Perth and Santa as Perth always saw Santa as his brother's boyfriend and someone he needed to respect and Santa always treated Perth as his own younger brother, but destiny chose to twist their relationship completely. Santa always loved Pond and accepting the marriage with Perth was the last thing he would do meanwhile Perth however tried to retain the friendly bond between them like before despite Santa's recent hatred towards him.

Under the silver moon of the Silvercrest pack, peace has long been protected by loyalty, love, and ancient laws. Among its wolves lives Santa, the youngest son of the pack Alpha-bright, warm, and cherished by all. When a brutal war brings wounded outsiders to their borders, one wolf stands apart: Perth, an Alpha with sorrow in his eyes and scars no one can see. As Santa's light slowly reaches the guarded Alpha, something deeper begins to stir-an unspoken bond neither of them expected. But destiny moves with the moon, and the prophecy whispered years ago may bind their fates in ways no wolf can escape. *Cover page edited by me. Images extracted belong to the respective owners*

"Who... who are you?" Santa tilted his head, unimpressed. "I'm Santa Pongsapak, the Council President. And I suggest you learn my name, because I'll be the one making sure you actually attend class from now on." Perth didn't even mind the threat.

Perth straightened up, his frown deepening. The anchor's voice was high, frantic, tripping over words as she described an "unprecedented outbreak" in the heart of the city. On the screen, shaky cell phone footage showed a man-pale, his movements jerky and unnatural-lunging at a group of pedestrians with a terrifying, mindless hunger. Perth's breath hitched. He leaned forward, his eyes glued to the screen as the reporter screamed about a virus, but the audio was suddenly drowned out by a deafening bang. The sound didn't come from the TV. It came from their front door. "PERTH!"

He remembered the burning embarrassment of being called "weird" by the other kids, the whispers that followed him down the hallways, and the teachers who looked at him with gentle, pitying concern. He's just talking to himself again, they'd say. But Santa wasn't talking to himself. He was talking to the lady in the faded floral dress sitting by the swings, or the boy with the bruised knees standing near the fence.

"Domiia, look out!" The scream from his father was laced with a sudden, paralyzing terror. Domiia turned his head toward the sound, but he didn't see Perth. Instead, two massive, twin spheres of blinding white light surged out of the darkness. The glare was absolute, swallowing the street, the trees, and the world in a searing flash that burned his retinas.

"One business deal. Two strangers. A house full of silence and secrets. How long can they fight the fire between them?" 👀 WARNING... A mature type story... 🔞

từ người một nhà thành người một nhà.

Santa, an independent young man, lives away from his family after being thrown out. What if one day his twin sister begs for his help to escape an arranged marriage that was set by their parents?

Perth, the confident captain of the university soccer team. Santa, a focused student who prefers structure and routine. It started with a bet, but who knows how it will end up?

Tawan and Gun are married to two different people, but they're both unhappy in their own marriages lately. Gun's been married for two years, but deep down, he's starting to feel bored in his marriage. Attempts to inject spark into the marriage doesn't generate promising results. Meanwhile, Tawan is unhappy in his own marriage, often finding himself comparing his absent beta husband to his younger brother's omega, Gun, instead. It was meant to be just drinks. Two unhappy individuals with their respective married lives needing a listening ear, but drinks lead to a one-night stand with both realizing that maybe (definitely), they're meant for each other instead.

Another war, another victory. But what awaits General Sukumpantanasan is a trap laden with betrayal. A fallen noble house. Loyal to the nation, yet disgraced. But truth could be never hidden forever, especially not from Royal Investigator Udompoch. Two men from two sides of a coin with one goal. Will the General win the battle of Court? Will the truth ever emerge from shadows? Historical PerthSanta fiction General x Royal Investigator

A small crush. A letter. A accident A connection. An unknown. And all of it....fate. Which one won? Santa was always quiet. A brilliant pulmonologist, hidden behind surgical masks and unread journals, with fingers always cold and thoughts always elsewhere. People said he was too closed off. Too sharp. Too distant. Perth was a writer. A quiet boy once, sitting in the back row of class, who had eyes only for one person Santa. But Santa never noticed. Not really. Not the way Perth hoped. Some stories begin. Some never do. This one? This is a story of letters. Of crushes and missed chances. Of fate playing hide and seek. Of two people who kept writing each other. And of a last letter that might change everything.

He runs an empire. Cold eyes. Sharp words. Absolute control. Everyone fears him. Everyone obeys. Everyone... except Santa. Twenty-one. Youngest programmer. Brilliant. Dangerous in ways he doesn't even know. One correction in a meeting. One pause. One look that lasts too long. And suddenly, the untouchable CEO notices. Nights alone in empty offices. Coffee gone cold. Fingers brushing keyboards, hands almost touching. Whispers in the dark. Secrets neither should share-but both want to. He's supposed to resist. She's supposed to stay distant. But control is a game. Desire is a virus. And once it spreads... there's no turning back. This isn't love at first sight. This is heat. Tension. Fire behind glass. And when it cracks... everything burns