With the thought of having a normal life in their college days, Harris and Tristan never imagined that fate was tailing their lives. Meeting unexpectedly, the two boys wished they had never met at all. But destiny wanted to play as they discovered their sexual preference after living under the same roof. They were torn between accepting the fact that they were gay or denying it in fear of society's judgment. Thereupon, living together they found out that they need each other to overcome their fears.
The dancing lights of the fountain in front of Harris made his mouth wide open. It was his first time wandering like a tourist because for the past years he's been busy studying hard enough to enter his dream university. School, library, and their house were his daily places to go. And now, his hard work finally bloomed. He was now in Thailand to reach his next goal-to graduate with flying colors. He graduated with great praise from his previous school and now passed the entrance examination at Thai University.
The splash of water on his arm made him jolt. He came back from reminiscing. He looked at the children laughing and shouting while watching the dancing lights show. He spent more time watching it then decided to look for more fun. He has a one-week vacation until the first day of school.
"Phi?" A voice behind him sounded soft and lost. He turned around and saw a little girl with her pleading eyes. She tugged his shirt's hem that made him bent closer to her.
"Hi. Amh, what's going on?" He asked. The girl looked cute in her all-pink dress, shoes, and large bunny ears headband.
The little girl pointed at something behind him. Looking over, he saw an ice-cream stall. "Can I have one cone, Phi?"
Hesitant crossed over his face. He looked around first because he thought it may be some kind of pranks but the girl tugged his shirt again. A growling sound from her stomach proved that she wanted ice cream. He sighed and patted the girl's head. 'It's not a crime to feed a hungry stomach, right?' He gestured to her to come with him and look for the flavor she wanted.
"What flavor do you like, Nong?" Both of them are scanning the flavors.
"Phi, I want this dark chocolate. Na? Na? Na?"
He chuckled when the girl clapped her hands with excitement written all over her face. 'What a cute little girl.' He thought.
After buying, he guided her to one of the benches nearby. She ate happily and looked like she was not worried even if she sat beside the stranger, which was him.
He watched her, made a sound of distress after. He didn't know who the girl was. She didn't look like a street kid based on her kind of clothes. "Nong, what's your name? And are you here alone?"
The girl stopped licking her ice cream and instantly shook her head. With her eyes wide open she looked around as if someone might see them. "Phi, thank you for this ice cream but I need to go," she said with a low tone.
She hurriedly stood up and made her way to somewhere, leaving him dumbfounded. But to his surprise, the girl went back and clasped her hands tightly. "Phi, if ever you encounter someone who's looking for me-I mean looking for a little girl wearing a pink dress and pink headband, can you please not tell him? He's some kind of strict and jerk, that's why. Thank you!" She was about to run when she bumped into someone. She bounced back, stroking her forehead after a while.
He gasped when he saw a tan man in front of them. The man scooped the girl that started to wriggled for her release, but not a chance that the man will do it. Because he was like Hulk to him. He snapped after the realization hit him, the girl was being held by someone. He was alarmed. Not knowing either to snatched the girl or just ignore them. 'What if this was a modus and they blackmail me to pay money in return?'
He practically choked when he heard a stern voice from the man. "Who's the jerk again, little bun?"
The girl smiles like she's been caught by something. She bit her lips and made a peace sign towards the man. "I think you misheard me, P'. I said a man who's strict yet charming."
The man flicked her forehead and glared. 'Oh. Maybe not. They knew each other.' He bit his lower lips tightly to suppress his laugh. He found the interaction cute. But he failed and made a small chuckle. He cleared his throat when the man's attention turned to him, glaring that made his breath away.
"Why are you with him, little bun? I told you not to go with and talk to strangers!" He was startled by the sudden accusation.
The girl looked at him with pleading eyes again. He took that as a cue to give his best smile at the man and explained.
"She just wanted ice cream and I bought her one. She's kinda craving for it. And no, you don't have to thank me for that. I-"
"The hell I will thank you. I don't know you and another thing–you just gave food to her. If something happens to her after, I will find you and cut your balls right away!" The man snapped at him.
The smile on his face faded away and unconsciously cupped his crotch. He needed his balls for his future. His eyebrows knitted. "These balls and the thing connected to them has a big purpose, you know?" He rolled his eyes. He made sure to sound sarcastic. He didn't know why but the man is already getting on his nerves.
"Yeah, yeah. As if your lollipop is big as its purpose," he said. The tan man clicked his tongue and intently scanned his crotch behind his hands and pants.
"Hey! Don't look at them, you freak! And it's not a lollipop size. If you see this, you'll be surprised." He groaned. This was his first time having a public argument with a total stranger.
The tan man arched his eyebrows. "There'll be no chance I want to look at your lollipop size. Don-"
"Please stop, P's! I don't want to hear any more of it."
The bickering between them suddenly stopped because of the little girl who was now pouting. They didn't realize that a little girl was hearing those words. His face flushed after he realized it.
The man abruptly softened his aura. He kissed the little girl's cheeks. "We're going home now, little bun. Next time, don't accept food from strangers. They might put drugs on it." He said, directly looking at him.
His face turned crimson red and his blood was boiling, hearing those words from the man who was now walking away from him. "You'll beg to see and touch this lollipop one day, dickhead! You'll moan and beg me to insert this into your ass hole!" He shouted that made the man stop.
"Sorry to burst out your bubbles but I'm not gay. Thanks for the offer though," he answered with a smug face.
He heard some laughed around him. He flushed again and prayed to disappear after his disgusting words. He didn't know why he suddenly thought of inserting his prick on him. 'He's also a man, Harris! You're not gay either.'
Adelle Campbell was the newly assigned secretary of the C.E.O of Brand's Intell. Based on the background of her boss being a playboy-she promised something that changed their boss and secretary relationship; be professional. Brand Mauritius was displeased with his new secretary who couldn't do her job properly. She even distanced herself from him like a plague. But there was something that made him let her stay, he was attracted to her. He forced himself not to fantasize her ever again until he found out her fantasies-a pleasure fantasy.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."