"11Heavens: Crossroads of Fate"
Bangkok, 20th Century. A city where tradition and temptation breathe the same air.
At Emerald High School & University, twenty-three lives collide under one roof—but fate? She's playing a far crueler game. Behind every smile is a secret, behind every rivalry, a bond too deep to name.
From the stage lights of the Drama Club to the hush of forbidden dorm whispers, love blooms, breaks, and rebuilds—especially when destiny throws friendship and romance into the same fire.
But in a world where every choice ripples through heaven and hell alike, one question lingers:
What if the path you chose was never yours to begin with?
Welcome to 11Heavens, where hearts burn brighter than the Bangkok sun, and every crossroad could rewrite fate.
(EHSU – Emerald High School and University)
It was a new day at EHSU. The sun cast a golden hue over the campus, and the corridors buzzed with the chatter and excitement of incoming students. The usually quiet grounds were now alive with footsteps, laughter, and the wide-eyed wonder of freshmen trying to find their way.
In the heart of the campus, the grand hall was filled to the brim. It was orientation day, and the seniors had taken charge of organizing the freshman welcome program. But this year, things were different.
The event had been completely revamped.
Scene 1: The Hall Awakens
A spotlight flickered on as the host strode confidently onto the stage, microphone in hand. The buzz in the room softened to a murmur.
Host (smiling brightly):
"Good morning, fresh faces of EHSU! Welcome to your first official step into this wild, wonderful, chaotic journey we call university life!"
(Light applause and some scattered cheers)
Host (grinning):
"This year, we're doing things very differently. Instead of waiting weeks for titles, events, and clubs to begin—why waste time? You all are starting now. That's right, by the end of this week, some of you will already be crowned our new Campus Stars."
(Murmurs of excitement ripple through the crowd)
Host:
"The idea is simple. We believe in opportunity—early and often. So we're choosing multiple Campus Stars this year. Singers, dancers, debaters, writers, coders, athletes—you name it. If you shine, we'll spotlight you."
Host (gesturing to the crowd):
"And before you wonder about faculties and majors—relax. You have a week to decide. Yep, one whole week to explore, attend sample classes, meet professors, and find your fit."
Students sat in mixed rows—no segregation by faculty, no early labels. Just possibilities. For some, it felt freeing. For others, it felt overwhelming. But for all, it was the beginning of something big.
Scene 2: A Fateful Collision
A handsome young man—around 19 years old—was casually walking through the buzzing campus of EHSU. Students swarmed the paths, heads buried in maps or phones, groups forming, laughter echoing.
Suddenly—thud!
He crashed into two girls walking in the opposite direction. Books flew from their hands, scattering across the pavement.
"Ah! I'm so sorry!" he said, immediately crouching to help them gather their things.
The girls quickly picked up their belongings, muttering polite acknowledgments, and began to walk away. But as the young man glanced down at what he'd picked up, he noticed a novel that didn't belong to him.
He called out, jogging toward one of the girls.
"Hey—wait! This one's yours." He handed the book to the girl with a small smile. "You might be Jenny, right?"
The girl turned, surprised.
"Yes... that's me. But how did you guess?"
The other girl beside her smirked.
"He probably heard your name during the freshman program."
Jenny tilted her head, half-teasing.
"Yeah, true. But still—out of all those people, you remembered my name? I can't even recall everyone. I don't even know yours."
The guy chuckled softly, extending his hand.
"James. Nice to meet you. And this pretty lady here... you must be Shally?"
Shally nodded with a warm smile.
"Yes, it's me"
"By the way, James," Shally added, "have you decided which faculty you're joining?"
James responded as well,
"Not yet. Still figuring it out."
Suddenly, James's phone blared with an alarm. He glanced down, eyes widening.
"Oops, sorry—I've gotta run!" He gave a quick wave and rushed off in the direction of the political science faculty.
While still looking at his phone and trying to navigate, bam!
He collided again—this time with a blonde-haired, sharp-featured guy who was also rushing somewhere.
"Why is everyone crashing into me today?!" James exclaimed.
The blonde guy quickly apologized—
"Sorry! I was escaping from two creepy girls who were following me. Total chaos."
James blinked, then laughed.
"Wait... you must be Alvin, right? Where's your twin?"
Alvin stared at him, impressed.
"Wow... memory like a steel trap. I am Alvin. My brother's probably hiding from those girls. Who knows where he is by now." He shrugged, still catching his breath.
"He'll find his way around eventually. I need to get to the political science faculty anyway."
James perked up.
"Perfect, me too! Let's go together."
They both hurried off. As they entered the political science faculty, a familiar voice called out.
"Finally, you made it out alive!" Jake rushed toward Alvin, looking like he'd just escaped a warzone.
As they laughed and caught their breath, whispers began to ripple through the classroom.
"Hey... aren't those three the Campus Stars?"
"No way, all in the same faculty?"
"This year is gonna be wild..."
Scene 3: Shared Pages, Shared Fates
Half the day had slipped by in a blur of orientation buzz and campus chaos. During a slack period, James decided to escape the noise and head to the library. The stillness there felt like a different world altogether.
Rows of books towered around him, the scent of paper and silence wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. As he scanned the shelves, his eyes landed on a book that caught his interest.
He reached up to grab it—only to find another hand reaching for the same book.
Their palms brushed.
They both froze.
For a long moment—ten seconds, maybe more—they just stood there, staring at each other. Not a word was said. It was one of those surreal moments where time hiccups and forgets to move forward.
Finally, James cleared his throat and awkwardly pulled his hand back.
The guy took the book down and handed it to James.
"If you want it, you can have it," he said, calm and polite.
James shook his head.
"You saw it first. It's yours."
The guy smiled faintly.
"I'm not in a rush. Go ahead."
James glanced at him, then the book.
"Or... we could share it?"
The guy hesitated, then nodded slowly.
"Sure. Why not."
They found a quiet table in the corner of the library and sat down. James opened the book between them and started reading. After a few minutes of silence, the guy spoke up.
"I'm Chase, by the way."
James looked up.
"James."
As they continued chatting, they discovered they were both in the same faculty. James leaned over to glance at Chase's book stack.
"You seem pretty into reading. What kinds of books do you like?"
Chase smiled.
"Mostly fiction with depth... I like stories that mess with your head, make you question everything. Anything with mystery, emotional wreckage, and secret identities? I'm in."
James nodded, amused.
"Got a favorite?"
Chase's eyes gleamed a bit.
"Yeah... I really like the books written under the pen name of—"
But before he could finish, James's phone buzzed loudly on the table.
He sighed and picked it up.
James's Bestie (on the phone):
"Where are you, James?! I'm waiting at the cafeteria! Didn't we agree to get coffee? I'm tired of waiting... come quick, broooooooooooo!"
James (grinning):
"Well, I'm at the library. Why don't you grab coffee and come here? I'm too lazy to move. But hey—if you want me to come, you'll have to wait another half hour… 555."
(Note: 555 = Thai slang for "hahaha" because 5 = "ha" in Thai)
James's Bestie (groaning):
"ERGHHHH! You're always like this. Fine, I'll come there... urgh. Bye."
The line went dead.
Scene 4: The Wrong Book, The Wrong Friend... or Not?
The library remained hushed, almost sacred, as a guy walked in, scanning the room with sharp eyes.
He was clearly looking for someone.
After a few minutes of wandering through the aisles and peeking behind bookshelves, he sighed and made his way to the librarian's desk.
Just as he reached the counter, a guy beside him was paying for a book. Curious, he glanced at the stranger's bag—stuffed with scientific journals, thick as bricks.
He casually patted the guy's shoulder.
"You must be a science student, huh?"
The guy blinked and turned to him.
"How did you know?"
"Your whole vibe screams nerd." He smirked. "No offense. I mean, look at you."
The guy narrowed his eyes.
"Are you messing with me right now?"
"Maybe." He grinned. "Maybe not. I'm just kidding, chill."
The librarian finally returned, stacking a few books behind the desk. He turned back to her, remembering his actual mission.
"Hey, ma'am—have you seen my friend? He said he's in the library but I can't find him."
She nodded, adjusting her glasses.
"Yes, actually. Two boys just checked out a book together. They should still be here somewhere. Why don't you look around? Maybe one of them is your friend."
He blinked, confused.
"Two guys?! That… probably isn't James." He muttered, slightly annoyed. "But whatever. I'll go look."
The guy beside him tilted his head, intrigued.
"Need help finding them?"
"Why are you messing with me? Just... go!"
The guy shrugged, clearly unfazed.
"Wow. Rude. That's no way to talk to your friend."
"Friend? Friend my foot. You're not my friend."
"Oiii," the other guy laughed, pretending to be hurt.
"You don't want to be friends with me? That's... actually very sad."
He rolled his eyes.
"Fine. Whatever. Let's go. Just don't get in my way."
They started walking together in tense silence—two strangers who had already begun to argue like they'd known each other for years.
Scene 5: The Writers' Conspiracy
James was still in the library, nose buried in a book, with Chase quietly reading beside him, when a familiar voice broke the calm.
"Here's your coffee, you lazy bear," George said, dramatically setting the cup down in front of James. "Forty minutes, James. I was gone for forty minutes. And look at you—already making new friends?" He pouted. ":("
James looked up and cut him off with a smirk.
"Stop being dramatic. Chase, this is George—my best friend. George, meet Chase."
Chase gave a small, polite smile and nodded.
"Nice to meet you."
But James wasn't done. He tilted his head toward the guy beside George.
"And who's this fine gentleman next to you, George?"
George scoffed.
"Oh, so you can make a new friend, but I can't? Hypocrite."
Meanwhile, the guy next to him raised a brow, silently thinking,
"Wow. I'm now his friend? That was fast. Cunning little snake."
George blinked and hesitated.
"He's... uh..."
The guy stepped in smoothly.
"Kavin Paine. Pleasure."
James raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
"You made a friend without even knowing his name? George, seriously. What kind of recruitment strategy is that? 555."
George rolled his eyes and sat down.
"Shut up, James."
The four of them settled at the table. As the conversation flowed, Kavin glanced between George and Chase, noting the novels in their hands.
"You two read books?" he asked, casual but curious.
Chase looked up.
"We're literally in a library. What else would we be doing?"
James let out a genuine laugh.
"Yeah," George added, grinning. "We both love reading—and writing, actually. We've written tons of stories together."
"Oh wow," Kavin said, genuinely impressed.
Chase turned to James.
"So your best friend writes too?"
James nodded proudly.
"Yep. We write together. Like... all the time."
George gave a smug little proud-face nod, like he'd just been awarded a national medal.
Then Chase leaned forward a bit.
"Well, guess what? I write novels too."
James and George both turned to him, stunned.
"What?!" James blinked. "You too?"
Before they could fully process that, Kavin leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, eyes glinting with amusement.
"This... can't be a coincidence, right?"
George narrowed his eyes.
"Why? What are you getting at?"
Kavin smirked.
"Because I write novels as well."
A beat passed.
Then everyone looked at each other. Smiles spread.
Something unspoken passed between them.
Not just coincidence. Fate.
A table of writers, quietly pulled together by the gravity of stories not yet written.