Johan Stories

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?

Xian Jirayu Kittipong lives by control, perfection, and cold precision-until he meets Ren Elliot Thanakul, a bright, carefree soul who turns every rule upside down and makes him question everything he's ever known. What happens when the man who never lets anyone close finally finds someone who can break through every wall he's built?

In this city, nothing is accidental. They are all ordinary, if you look at them the right way. As the saying goes; innocent, until proven guilty, But nothing in this city is ever proven. And no one is ever just one thing.

[I'm in the midst of improving my writing so I'm not sure if this would be up to my fellow readers taste (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ). A lot of editing, so I would suggest you to read it when my plot is fixed. But you can still read it if you want to see what I've changed and whatnots <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>.] If you think the story is kinda familiar for you because the plot in this story is not mine, this is like a continuation? or remake of the deleted story that @AstraSnp made but most of the scenarios that I make here is my own original plot. I'm not sure on how you would think of it. Don't worry because I already ask the original author if I can use the plot to experiment on how well can i write a story. So basically this book is a prototype, and just for practicing purposes. And at first I'm gonna use a little bit of my experience into the story since I don't have any idea of how to start this story. I do accept criticism to improve my writing skills, but if it's an insult disguise as criticism I will not tolerate that kind of things in this book. So if you don't like the story pls kindly leave this book alone. !!WARNING!!Mentions of violence, blood, verbal insults, in the future chapters. I only claim OCs' and (___) as mine, except for the characters that are from lookism, and one piece. Thank you for listening and I hope you will enjoy the story I made (シ_ _)シ.

You take a rare chance to study abroad in a small German village tucked deep inside the Black Forest. It is a place that feels strangely untouched by time. The war left echoes here, and people still speak in half-whispers, as if the past might be listening. The locals watch you with a caution you don't quite understand. Kids wander into the trees for hours without explanation. Other students trade stories about strange noises at night and shadows that don't feel entirely like shadows. And then there's the blond man in your boarding house, a quiet, polite, always there a moment before you are, smiling at you like he already knows how your story goes. And when he begins calling you Little Red, you start to wonder whether you stepped into a fairytale... or directly into the Monster's path. Art in Cover: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/28851253858369794/

You weren't surprised when your friend and classmate Nina, popular and beautiful as she was, had started receiving emails from an 'unknown admirer'. Even though the messages were rather flattering, something about them seemed off, and you could not help but feel that Nina might have gotten involved in some trouble. You certainly weren't wrong. This story is also published on AO3, with more notes and comments from me.

{Lookism x reader} x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x How do I start with this? My name is Y/n L/n, and I am one of the 10 geniuses that led to the success of Charles Choi. x x x x x x x x x x x {Book 1}

After the death of his mother while studying in New York, Johan returned to Thailand-not out of desire, but out of duty. Though his parents had long been divorced, his father insisted Johan come stay with him. Still, the distance between them remained heavy. Their conversations were formal, strained. Even under the same roof, Johan felt alone. Known for his cold heart, short temper, and quiet nature, Johan was difficult to approach. He was rich, handsome, and brilliant-but always detached. Even his childhood friends couldn't recall the last time they saw him smile. Now a third-year Business Administration student at Kasemrad International University, one of Bangkok's most prestigious institutions, Johan spent his days living by routine. Study. Maintain the image. Prepare to inherit his father's empire. That was his life. Predictable. Loveless. Silent. Until he met North. North was everything Johan wasn't. Talkative, impulsive, and always smiling. His reputation around campus was infamous- "the bully of bullies," always in trouble, always starting fights. But strangely, he was never hated. Protected by friends, admired by peers, and impossible to ignore, North lit up every room he entered. Even Johan, who preferred to be invisible, couldn't help but stare. Especially when North smiled. That smile made Johan forget how to breathe. North wasn't rich, but he wasn't poor either. He earned a scholarship through sheer effort and perseverance. At home, he took care of his single mother and his older brother- South, who suffered from Stage 4 Chronic Kidney Disease and required constant hospital care. North carried more than anyone knew. And yet, he laughed louder than anyone on campus. Because for him, happiness can heal everything. In each other, they found something rare-understanding. Johan, for the first time, began to feel warmth again. Johan had never believed in fate, but he was starting to believe in North.

Johan Liebert lived without remorse. Calm, manipulative and selfish, he left nothing behind him but silence and fear. He felt nothing. He needed nothing. Until he saw her. She slipped into his world without meaning to, and he became enamored, obsessed with her. He wanted to be seen by her, to be loved by her. And he would do anything to make that happen.

Lookism x male reader ♡ "M/N why don't you join us" the strange figure said "For the last time I'm not leaving them for you" M/N spoke back angrily "You know you're putting your daughter at risk right" "Your manipulating me i can see right through you" The figure looks at him angrily "I can give you so much more than they can, what do they have that I don't huh!" "We don't use each other like you do with yours" "Stop trying so desperately, you won't get me" Annoyingly he spoke again "Find then you Give me no choice but to use force on you I'll leave you for now but when the time comes for you to join my group yours will no longer exist" 'You will be mine' "Will see about that, goodbye" "..." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "eugene" That was the last time they spoke to each other but sadly not the last time they will see each other ♡ Lookism is owned by taejun pak I only own the oc's and M/N read to more find out what happens next no spoilers 😗

i do not own these pls support the official content (RWBY, Lookism) The 4 crewheads have been arrested and forced to join beacon academy. Jake, samuel, olly and johan are an unstable team with lots of problems. How will team rwby react?

Two friends that have known eachother for quite some time decide to get serious

En un mundo donde la apariencia lo es todo, Daniel park vive entre dos cuerpos, dos vidas... y demasiados secretos. -AU!

This is a short story of Sarai and Johan. It's shortened for a competition, and this isn't exactly how this story should go, but to answer the RIP prompt, it has to be this way. I'm so sorry. I hope you enjoy this anyway :) Drop a comment, give a vote

"Where great power comes great responsibility" The story in which our little dragon comes to Korea and meet new people in Seoul How will she react to them and how will they react to her Lookism x miss kobayasi's maid dragon WARNING ⚠ I do not own the anime or manhwa and the characters I use but the plot is mine The pictures do not belong to me (I would mention if they did) I would definitely recommend you to watch and read Lookism and miss kobayashi's maid dragon I am not good in English and there may be some mistakes (This isn't a kanna x any character that's illegal)

[Lookism Reader Insert] You are nobody. Yet, you are somebodies. You aren't a human being, they said. But you know they lied. You remember. Bodies after bodies. Tied together. Forcefully merged in an inhuman way. What become of them? You. A creature. A mixture of unique human beings.

Judai is on a mission: Stop Johan's and Asuka's Wedding! Based on the song Speak Now by Taylor swift but with more depth AU and OOC is standard for this