Lingling Sirilak Kwong was raised with silence in her veins. She doesn't shout. She doesn't ask. Her hands do the speaking-steady, exact, dangerous in a way that doesn't need to warn you twice. She leads with the kind of power that doesn't seek permission. Her world is sharp-edged and quiet, and she's made peace with being alone in it. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong lives differently-under fluorescent lights, in rooms that smell like antiseptic and the weight of responsibility. Everything about her is clean, practiced, still. Her voice is soft, but her spine never bends. People depend on her. She lets them. Because she doesn't know what it's like to be chosen instead of needed. They met under bad lighting and worse timing. A parking lot. A crude comment. Four men. And one voice that cut the night open: "She told you to move." It should've ended there. A nod. A thank you. A walk away. But Orm didn't walk. And Lingling didn't let her. Now there's a thread pulled too tight between them. Sheets. Bruises. Breathless silence. A thousand things said with hands instead of mouths. Lingling touches Orm like she's already hers. Orm lets her in like she doesn't know how to say no. It's not love. Not yet. But something hangs in the space they keep trying not to name. It lingers on the tip of the tongue, right where pretending and staying start to blur. --- --- G!P Lingling

In the sleepless heart of modern New York, where glass skyscrapers glimmer like altars to human ambition, something ancient stirs beneath the surface. They walk among mortals-creatures of hunger wearing faces of civility. Vampires dine beside the living, whispering laughter over wine, their elegance masking centuries of blood and silence. And at the center of this quiet masquerade stands Jennie, a soft-spoken editor in a Manhattan publishing firm. No one suspects the truth-that she is Ruby Jane, Queen of Vampires, heir to a lineage that carved history in crimson. She abandoned her throne in Europe, left her kin restless and vengeful, for one reason only: a mortal woman named Lalisa Manoban. Lisa is light. Warmth. Everything Ruby's kind has forgotten how to touch. For two years, Ruby has hidden in plain sight, living beneath fluorescent lights and mortal chatter, her hunger stitched behind a smile. Every laugh, every careless glance from Lisa unravels her further. Anyone who drifts too close to Lisa vanishes-quietly, efficiently, as if erased by the night itself. But Ruby is not the only thing stalking her. There are shadows that do not carry the scent of blood. Older. Colder. Watching. When an unseen predator begins haunting the same alleys, Ruby's obsession twists into wariness. The city trembles under disappearances dressed as coincidence, and the fragile veil between the human and the monstrous begins to thin. Soon, the Queen who came to worship will have to choose: concealment or carnage. And Lalisa Manoban-the woman she cannot stop watching- may not be the prey she believes she is.

When sharp-minded lawyer Lisa Manoban accepts a meeting at the Kim estate, she expects a routine legal consultation - not a seat at a matchmaking luncheon. A single mix-up turns a professional visit into an awkward encounter with Jennie Kim, the elusive heiress of the Kim conglomerate, who believes Lisa is one of the suitors her grandmother handpicked. Jennie, tired of shallow affections and people chasing her fortune, has been pretending to be wheelchair-bound to expose those with insincere intentions. But Lisa's calm indifference and blunt honesty throw her off balance. Lisa isn't impressed by money, nor is she playing along with anyone's game - especially not when she's roped into one against her will. What begins as a misunderstanding soon becomes something far more complicated. Between corporate secrets, family expectations, and a grandmother's relentless scheming, Jennie and Lisa find themselves drawn to each other in ways neither anticipated. In a world built on appearances and contracts, The Case of Miss Kim asks what happens when sincerity becomes the most binding agreement of all.

I was stabbed by a knife on my way home. I'm just helping a grandma but got killed in the process. Waking up, I became Akira Shein Argyros. One of the capture target in a Bl Otome Game I recently played. I hate all the characters guts in the game. All are possessive and obssessed. It's a dark theme bl game. Everyone are overwhelmingly crazy. Especially, this Akira. That's why, now that I possess his body I knew for sure am the only one normal in this world. Let's not get into the drama. Let's escape this hell place full of dark drama and try to find a place where actually normal people lives. Or so I thought? "Don't think you can escape from us" "Baby, your existence are ours only." "You dare to ignore and leave us? You're wishing for everyone's death" "Ignore or leave us again, I promise I'll burn every places your feet set into" "I'm sorry. But I have to agree with them... You should have think it twice, when you make us fall in love with you and then disappear from everyone's sight... the consequences... You... are our possession " "......." Honestly, wat da fak is going on?? That love lines are not supposed to be said to me?? Hello??? Go, tell that to the heroine! You assholes!!

Lalisa Manoban a protagonist of a story, a simple girl and student from Thailand met Jennie Rubyjane Kim CEO of Kim Entertainment and one of the richest women in Korea. Jennie's father arranges a marriage between them. Lalisa Manoban found out that Jennie Kim is having an affair with her childhood sweetheart who is the mortal rival of Kim Entertainment. Consistent top in Jenlisa category Consistent top in Kpopidol category Top 1. Jenlisa

A Short Story. Jennie Kim returns to Korea with her dinosaur-obsessed 4-year-old son Riley Kim and one big problem: her grandfather assumes she has a wife. Desperate to keep the lie from unraveling, Jennie ropes in her high school ex, Lisa Manoban, now the charming owner of a dino-themed café called DinoBrew. What starts as a fake marriage to impress family turns into late-night confessions, stegosaurus pancakes, and a second chance neither of them expected. As old feelings resurface and Riley starts calling Lisa "Mama," Jennie finds herself wondering-what if this pretend life is exactly what she's always needed? Includes chaotic cousins, café romance, a slowburn fluff overload, and one very dramatic 4-year-old dino prince.

Dead Girls Don't Say No A Yuri Apocalypse Novel When the world ended, Raven Salvatore didn't cry. She stole a truck, maxed out her father's credit card, and built a fortress of stolen goods. Survival was never about hope - it was about hoarding, hustling, and hitting first. Then she met Alara. Beautiful. Dead. And unlike any zombie Raven had ever seen. Alara wasn't just wandering aimlessly like the others she was aware. Hungry, yes... but for her. Something about Raven's very existence stirred a sliver of life back into the girl's rotting heart. Armed with a mysterious system that gifts her a private Sanctuary dimension, Raven becomes a new breed of survivor. She doesn't just dodge the undead. She cultivates food in barren wastelands, stockpiles weapons inside her pocket world, and most dangerously nurtures her own evolving zombie companion. As Raven feeds Alara crystallized nuclei from fallen zombies, Alara begins to grow stronger... smarter... closer. No one warned Raven that love would be the deadliest infection of all. With humanity's last cities crumbling, the earth poisoned, and mutated horrors lurking in every shadow, Raven has one simple rule: "Don't trust the living. Trust the girl who would kill for you instead." In a world where survival is bought in blood and sanity rots away like the flesh of the dead, Raven and Alara carve out a life together - violent, tender, and defiantly alive. Dead Girls Don't Say No is a genre-bending, unapologetically queer tale of survival, devotion, and undead romance at the end of the world. For fans of brutal apocalypse sagas, dark love stories, and heroines who refuse to die quietly.

She was nobody. A shut-in streamer, wasting away her days broadcasting otome games to a handful of viewers. Her life was a blur of glowing screens, energy drinks, and the crushing thought that nothing would ever change. Until it did. One night, live on stream, she collapsed, only to open her eyes inside the very game she had been playing. A world of nobles, roses, and glittering romance awaited her... along with a script she already knew by heart. But she wasn't the heroine fated for love. She wasn't even the villainess destined for infamy. She was a side princess. A name mentioned once, only to vanish into obscurity. Pretty, forgotten, and doomed to marry into some royal family before fading from history. No. Absolutely not. If this was her second chance at life, she refused to be background decoration. If the world wanted her to be a pawn, she'd become the queen. And if the story already had a heroine and a prince... Then she would choose the only role powerful enough to change everything: the villainess.

💔 Unwanted Lisa Manoban was born into the richest and most powerful family in Thailand. Her father, Anurak Manoban, a Thai business tycoon, and her mother, Kim Soojin, a Korean heiress, built an empire that ruled every industry-oil, hotels, automobiles, entertainment, stocks, and beyond. Her elder sister, Chaeyoung Manoban, and elder brother, Bambam Manoban, were admired everywhere they went, treated like royalty. To the world, the Manoban family was untouchable. But to little Lisa, it was all empty. She would run with tiny feet to her father, pulling his hand: > "Dada... pway wif me, pwease..." And his cold voice would push her away: "Go away, Lisa. You are not important." She would tug at her sister's dress, eyes shining: > "Unnie... Lisa sit wif you?" But Chaeyoung would shove her off with disgust: "Don't call me unnie. You're not my sister." She would hug her toy and look at Bambam: > "Oppa... pway toy wif Lisa?" But he would glare and snap: "Don't bother me, Lisa. You mean nothing here." And her mother? She never even looked at her. Just silence. In a palace filled with gold, cars, and diamonds, Lisa had no love-no mama hugs, no dada kisses, no sister, no brother. Just loneliness. At night, clutching her small hands, she whispered to the sky: > "God... why nobody want Lisa? Why Lisa unwanted... even by her own famiwy?" And in this whole cruel world... did Lisa have anyone who truly wanted her in their life? ---

It was supposed to be another easy transaction. Jennie Kim didn't deal in feelings. She dealt in power, cigars, knives, and names that made people flinch. The word sugar baby wasn't something she ever thought she'd say aloud, but the truth was, she was bored. Bored of temporary lovers who faked pleasure and loyalty for a taste of her wealth. So when her assistant sent over a profile ... tall, doe-eyed, Thai ... Jennie expected another easy catch. But Lisa didn't blush. She didn't stammer. She looked at Jennie as if she'd seen something amusing. "You want to buy me?" Lisa purred, sipping wine that wasn't quite red enough for her liking. Jennie smirked, crossing one leg over the other. "Everyone has a price." "Mm." Lisa leaned closer, the candlelight catching the glint of her unusually sharp canines. "Then I suppose you're used to buying people too cheap."