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From the moment he finds The Naked Remedy, Noah Booker is enthralled. Not only because the blog owner is gorgeous or that the nude photos are hot, but because Fisher uses his platform to face his fears about a crippling accident, as well as the aftermath of putting his life back together.<br><br>Noah isn’t brave. He copes with his shyness by staying in his comfort zone. At twenty-six, he still hasn't come out or left his conservative hometown. Finding the blog offers a beacon, but when he summons the nerve to comment, he never expects Fisher to respond.<br><br>The two men strike a friendship. Sparks fly, but dating isn't easy. Noah lives in California, and Fisher's in Florida. But making it work takes more than coordinating schedules. It means taking risks. For Fisher, though, Noah will try. Because if he's learned anything, it's that change only happens one step at a time.

In the realm of Nurghazira, where prayers drift like mist and mountains breathe ancient secrets, lived a boy with no name but a thousand destinies—Zayan. Raised in the shadow of ruins and old remedies by a blind healer known only as Master Faatir, Zayan never imagined the old man’s chants and clay bottles held more than herbs. But on the night the moon bled silver, the old master whispered his final breath and left behind a book—a living script written in light, sealed with the sighs of seven jinn. The Book of Breath and Bone. Its verses could only be read by a soul cleansed in silence and dawnlight. Its pages did not speak of war—but of wounds: physical, spiritual, and those too deep for any blade or balm. It was a manual of healing and harmony, of energy and equilibrium—meant to rebuild a shattered world, one heartbeat at a time. But peace is a forbidden art in a world built on control. From the Ashen Exorcists of the Eastern peaks, to the Gu Sorcerers of the Southern swamps, powers stir—hunters of sacred knowledge, chasers of divine fire. They come not for healing, but for the final seal: Afaaj, the crest of celestial dominion. Zayan must journey through ancient ruins veiled in jasmine mist, cross cities where potions are politics, and learn to wield techniques born not just from muscle or mind—but from soul memory. He will learn of the Sky Pulse, of Talismanic Breaths, of Eye Gurah and Spirit Points. He will walk the thin thread between healer and warrior—between savior and heretic. And above all, he must answer the whisper of the pages: “Are you the Healer of the End, or the End of all Healers?”

The 16 years-old Edwin Li saw no meaning in the world around him. His supernatural ability was a curse: the deadly ability of accessing the 4th dimension made him a freak in others’ eyes, even turning his family against him. The world is yet to overcome the shadow from a horrid war that ended decades ago, which is the source of the fear and hatred towards people like Edwin. It all changed when a mysterious girl found him, revealing an even madder world of supernatural people. What’s worse, they stumbled upon a terrifying scheme that could turn the city into ashes in milliseconds. Throughout the journey, Edwin confronts his dreadful past and the mastermind behind the scheme. His view of the world is challenged as he struggles to decide whether to save it or watch it burn. But something unexpected might turn the table on his struggle: sincere love from a father he never had. To be a hero or a villain…the choice is his.

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Violet, a young PR representative, is extremely loyal and committed to her college boyfriend Matt.They’ve been together for nine years. Violet and Matt went on a date at a restaurant and she thinks Matt is about to propose. She got the biggest shock of her entire life when Matt told her he was ending their relationship Violet’s friend Sophie suggested they go to the club as a way of getting Matt off her mind. Violet and Chris's path crossed at the bar when Violet was trying to get rid of a guy bothering her, she thought Chris was good-looking and whispered in his ears to pretend to be her boyfriend. Is this the beginning of something new? Will Violet give love another try? Will Violet and Chris find solace in each other?

Elijah Sterling has everything a man could want: a brilliant and beautiful fiancée, a guaranteed corner office in his family’s legal empire, and a future so perfectly scripted it gleams. His betrothed, Marriane Vance, is the key to it all—a union that will merge two dynasties and secure his legacy. It’s a smooth, gilded path paved by his elders. All he has to do is walk it. But Elijah is a prisoner in plain sight. The perfection is suffocating. The approval is a cage. He feels nothing in a world designed to give him everything. Then there’s Sandy—the woman he met in college who is the polar opposite of his polished life. She’s chaos and truth, a sanctuary of raw, unvarnished reality in his sea of carefully constructed lies. Her love doesn't comfort him; it wounds him. And for a man who feels dead inside, that exquisite, painful ache is the only proof he’s still alive. She is the core of his bland existence, his sanity, and his beautiful destruction. Torn between two irreconcilable worlds, Elijah is addicted to the agonizing friction of his double life. One woman offers a painless future. The other offers a painful, vital present. He knows he can’t have both. A choice is coming—an explosive moment that will force him to betray his family, his legacy, or the only woman who has ever seen his true, craven self. As the walls close in, Elijah must answer one impossible question: Is Sandy his descent into madness, or the only remedy for a life that was never truly his? And when he finally takes a stance, will it stand the test of time—or will it shatter everything, including himself? In this gripping tale of betrayal, desire, and the fine line between sanity and insanity, love is not a comfort. It is a blade. And Elijah might just be a willing wound.

"My Billionaire, My Remedy" is a captivating Thai romance novel by author Jiraporn Sutharom that explores the transformative power of love between two men from vastly different worlds. The story centers on Akin Teerawong, a 27-year-old multi-trillionaire CEO whose life is a fortress of power and ruthless control. As the head of a sprawling empire with ties to a shadowy, powerful legacy, Akin is a man of immense wealth but profound solitude. His world of high-stakes business and guarded secrets is upended by a chance encounter with Phasakorn Suthichai, a brilliant and compassionate 21-year-old medical student. Phasakorn’s life is defined by integrity, empathy, and a noble pursuit of healing—a stark and beautiful contrast to Akin’s gilded, yet empty, existence. Their relationship begins with a simple fender bender and evolves through a series of "chance" encounters that quickly become the most meaningful parts of their lives. Akin is drawn to Phasakorn’s genuine heart, finding a rare sanctuary in his honesty, while Phasakorn is captivated by the surprising vulnerability he sees beneath the CEO’s formidable facade. Their worlds, however, remain a constant source of tension. Whispers and doubts from both sides highlight the growing chasm between them—one built on opulence and shadows, the other on rigorous study and pure intention. The conflict reaches a breaking point when the truth of Akin’s dangerous past is exposed. Betrayed and heartbroken, Phasakorn walks away, leaving Akin shattered and alone. Forced to confront the true cost of his empire, Akin realizes his wealth and power are meaningless without Phasakorn. He embarks on a desperate journey of redemption, not by fighting his enemies, but by using his influence for good—exposing corruption, funding medical research, and showing Phasakorn that his love has truly changed him. Their reunion is a slow and arduous process of rebuilding trust. Akin proves his sincerity through action, and Phasakorn, seeing the man he always believed Akin could be, slowly allows him back into his heart. The story culminates in a powerful finale where they forge a new, unique legacy together. They adopt a young boy, Panya, and build a family founded on love, integrity, and healing. This family proves that the most valuable legacy is not in wealth or power, but in the courage to heal the past and the love that builds a new, better future together.

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I was Alpha Conrad Sterling’s mate for seven years, and I always believed I was his only salvation. But on the night of a blood moon, as I writhed in agony from the violent backlash of our mate bond, he brought another woman home—a woman who smelled of expensive perfume… and my Alpha’s scent. The next day, I heard him tell her in the walk-in closet that I was just a temporary solution. "A mate like her," he said, "is replaceable." The words gutted me. When I prepared to leave, he burst in, slammed me against the wall, and threatened that if anything went wrong with his new project in collaboration with her family, I would pay the price. For the first time in seven years, he had finally laid a hand on me in anger. That night, standing naked in the bathroom, I took the silver letter opener from his desk, faced the mirror, and sliced the scorching mate mark from my right shoulder—the symbol of our bond.

I was his fated mate, but a contract signed in ink bound me to three Alphas. I suppressed the madness that threatened to tear apart Jaxom of the Cinderstone Pack, but he just shoved a platinum card at me, a stark reminder that I was nothing more than a high-priced acquisition. I purified the bloodline curse for Caspian of the Argent Pack, but he just chuckled and whispered in his lover's ear that I was more convenient than any Omega kept in a kennel. I sacrificed my life force for Scott of the Ironwood Pack, but he just coldly warned me that my filthy human blood should never dream of defiling his pack. The moment I'd paid my dues and was ready to break my chains, their arrogant masks finally shattered. Caspian was willing to endure the torment of the full moon for me, Scott was ready to forsake his pack's ancestral laws, and my mate, Jaxom, knelt before me, offering his very heart. Their voices trembled as they roared, "You're ours. You can't leave."