WARNING: This story contains mature themes including abuse, violence, torture, sexual content, and vices. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are uncomfortable with such material, please skip this. This content is intended for readers aged 18 and over only. ____ Orm, the infamous sharpshooter-feared and respected in the underworld of contract killers. She never misses. Once her sights are set, it's over in a single shot. Aim. Fire. Gone. Then came Ling-her latest mark. The only target she ever missed... or maybe chose not to hit. The one who shot back-not with bullets, but straight into her heart. In a world built on shadows and secrets, two opposing lives collide. Against all odds, they fall-into danger, into desire, into love.

A story about two people who were brought together by an incident that both changed their lives. +++++++++++ This one's a bit different from my usual chaos. It leans a little more serious...but no worries. We are still a drama/angst free household. And i stand by it! Hope you enjoy it. Hahah I will be updating this everyday. Constructive criticisms and comments are very much welcome. You're also officially permitted to roast me but please be funny about it. If im gonna spiral down, at least im laughing on the way. Tell me what you think below. I genuinely love reading your comments. They fuel me. Possibly more than sleep. Hahaha Anyways, enjoy.

Rising star Lena never expects the third lead, Miu, to ignite a fire she can't resist. Sharp, protective, and fiercely possessive, Miu hides her feelings behind denial-until Lena's teasing and bold closeness force her to confront them. From tense encounters on set to intimate nights away from the cameras, their jealousy, desire, and unspoken attraction build until neither can ignore the truth: sometimes the line between enemies and lovers is just a heartbeat away.

18+ ONLY. This story contains mature themes and explicit smut. Read at your own risk. Contentedly single and successful at 30, Lingling has built her perfect life after overcoming hardship. Marriage? No thanks. Dating? A nuisance her meddling best friends keep forcing on her (as she's the only single person left in her group of friends). She just wants to support them, especially Lookmhee on her wedding day. But fate-and maybe Lookmhee-has other plans, leading to a clumsy bouquet standoff with a captivating ash-blonde woman. Lingling thinks she's escaped the matchmaking trap, only to agree to babysit Lookmhee's cousin... who turns out to be the very same woman she accidentally fought over flowers with. Maybe fate, and her best friends, know best after all? A/N: So, I began writing this story while in Thailand last week. It's my first trip out of the country (where I'm residing) and I was writing this because I was a bit disappointed when I couldn't see any LingOrm billboard ads during my first day (only saw one, the Ichitan one in Chiangmai and it was my last day) 🤧 So yeah, to make myself better, I wrote this out of nowhere but it's still unfinished...though I plan to continue writing this but no idea how this story will turn out. The story is typical but yeah I was needing distraction at that moment so I didn't really care. Anyway, I should prolly stop being a silent fan and meet other JKRs so I knew where to spot LingOrm ads the next time I'll travel back to Thailand HAHA.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Orm makes it very clear that she's a person... and a person could never be bought. But Lingling still insists on owning her. And now she's caught between the life she built and the woman who could shatter it all for a chance at love.

Freen and Becky have been best friends since high school and went to the same university. They were very close to each other to the point where people surrounding thought they were in a relationship. Indeed, the statement might have some truth, as Becky had a secret affair with Freen a while back. However, Freen doesn't look at Becky this way and only treats her like a sister. But Freen's feelings changed towards Becky when someone meddled in their life. Is she limiting that someone because she's overprotective of Becky or because she felt jealous? Disclaimer: Fiction story only.

Since she moved in, the rooftop of an old building had become Kao's safe place. Every night, no matter what, she would visit the moon. Luckily, no one else usually came up. Or so she thought. (Originally written in Spanish).

Short fic about KaoJaneJaneKao. This is English version. My English is not very well, so i use translate, but still my idea. Hope you enjoy it.

When two rising stars collide, tension sparks both on and off screen. What begins as rivalry slowly transforms into something far more powerful - a love that neither fame nor time can erase.