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TAGLISH FANFICTION. They believe that they'll be partners forever. But what if something bad came up? Gun Atthaphan Phunsawat a Famous Thailand Male Actor. With a bubbly and cute personality.

Though he dislikes Christmas, Alex Phillips works at the mall as one of Santa's elves, with their too-tight green denim jeans and Vulcan ears. He is flabbergasted when his co-worker elf for the season turns out to be Corin Perry, his old high school crush.<br><br>When they were still at school, Alex was the "gay emo goth" kid and Corin was the "handsome jock with a girlfriend" kid. They moved in different circles, although that didn't stop Alex from having a crush on Corin all through high school.<br><br>Meeting now as adults, Alex realises he might have been a dick to Corin in high school and that Corin has his own issues to face. Can their newfound friendship become something more and rekindle Alex's Christmas spirit?

Each student has a picture and had to write about it

On the occasion of taking a family photo at our daughter's birthday party, Darling's high school classmate Hendrik leaned over me and kissed my Darling on the corner of her mouth. I was visibly angry, but Darling mocked me for being petty. "It's just a normal cheek kiss greeting, why are you so worked up?" Hendrik also looked at me with disdain, turning to criticize Darling, "Your status isn't what it used to be, huh? Even a live-in son-in-law dares to give you attitude." My daughter, whom I was holding in my arms, tried to please Hendrik by grabbing his hand, "Uncle, I want you to be my daddy." The photographer even went ahead and took a happy group photo of the three of them. I clenched my fists and brought up the idea of divorce. Unexpectedly, Darling immediately pulled out a divorce agreement, "I've been waiting for you to say that. Hurry up and sign it, you're leaving with nothing!" I calmly signed and dialed my Father-in-law's number, "From now on, anything concerning Ashford Manor has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

Having just married Percival Slater, I turned around and immediately saw his wedding photos with his college junior, Willow Morgan displayed on the street. I demanded an explanation from him, only to be scolded for stirring up unnecessary trouble. “I’ve already married you, why can’t you just be content?” he snapped. Willow called to taunt me. “So what if you have him physically, his heart will always be mine.” In the past, I would have cried and begged Percival to draw a clear line between himself and Willow. But now, I simply smiled and offered my blessings. “May you both grow old together.”

Song Xilai’s secret crush of five years suddenly sent her a photo. [My girlfriend. Pretty, isn’t she?] Song Xilai was furious. Unwilling to back down, she casually found a faceless photo of some impressive abs online and sent it back. [My boyfriend. Handsome, right? Great to touch, even better to cuddle. I haven’t left the bed for three days. /shrug/] Her crush was silent for a moment before coldly replying: [Oh.] It turned out that the owner of those abs was none other than Jiang Fengcheng, the school heartthrob and star of the swim team. Song Xilai had seen him at the pool before—broad shoulders, narrow waist, a perfectly toned body. Truly top-tier. The next day, rumors spread across A University that Song Xilai and Jiang Fengcheng were dating! Song Xilai: … What a disaster! How could she possibly explain to everyone that it was all just a joke? She had only been bluffing! To avoid further misunderstandings, she started avoiding Jiang Fengcheng at all costs—pretending to be glued to her phone whenever he was near, skipping any shared classes, and steering clear of the cafeteria and swimming pool he frequented. In short, total avoidance! But even with all her efforts, she still found herself cornered one day by Jiang Fengcheng in the changing room at the school pool. The boy, towel-drying his damp black hair, looked down at the petite girl before him with dark, piercing eyes. “I heard… you want to sleep with me.” Song Xilai’s face flushed bright red as she frantically shook her head. “No, no, I don’t!” Jiang Fengcheng let out a low chuckle, pulling off the loose jacket draped over his shoulders to reveal a sharp, muscular physique. “Don’t believe you.” “—Unless you prove it.”

Rayken was misunderstood and mistreated his whole life...he has little to no control over his sexual urges because his physical needs however the women don't seem to mind. (WARNING 18+ CONTENT) Talks about Sexual Acts Talks about r***e and physical abuse. Adult use of language.

Until he crashlands on the Wynne Farm near St Anne, Alderney, Edmund Bolton will have insisted the most prudent thing about himself is his medical degree and his willingness to fight fascists. But of course it’s that island, and that farm – and that family. Aidan Wynne is tortured by the shame of others and tormented by a freedom he feels he can never possess. Until the handsome military doctor with far too much understanding and far too little self-preservation comes to turn his life on its head. The war makes fighters of all affected, but none so much as the lovers and those who must love quietly. Often, the fray has less to do with weaponry and bloodshed, and everything to do with keeping tame a passion that seeks to send the world up in flames without burning oneself up in the process. "Once more into the fray, into the last good fight I’ll ever know. Live and die on this day, live and die on this day." Fray is created by Li Walt, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?