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."

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

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.

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*

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.

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?

"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... 🔞

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For two years, this track had been Perth's kingdom. He was the golden boy of the underground circuit-precise, calculated, and undefeated. His trophies weren't just metal; they were proof that he was the best the city had to offer. That was before the white Mercedes pulled up to the starting line.

𝜗ৎ Even One Beautiful Dream

"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!"

"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.

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.

từ người một nhà thành người một nhà.

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?

"n'perth, nong đẹp lắm." "ưm, phi đừng khen em nữa màaa." "anh thích đôi mắt em." "thế, anh không thích em à, p'santa..." other names : mistake.

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.

𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. Three Hearts Missing One...