Just read it. JENLISA ADAPTATION STORY NOT MINE CREDITS TO AUTHOR

Lisa Manobal is a sorority girl from California, living in a sorority house with her sorority sisters. The only wrinkle in Lisa's awesome college life is the fact that the sorority president, Jennie Kim who is also her roommate, HATES her. (ADAPTATION) CREDITS TO AUTHOR

Her roommate looks at her sometimes and Jennie is never sure if they're going to kill or kiss each other. When Jennie Kim forgets to complete her sophomore year residency application, she returns to college to find that they've paired her with the last roommate she ever expected to get. I do not own this story An adaptation from Clexa Fanfiction all credits goes to the orginal author.

Newly divorced and bought out of her company, Jennie rents a holiday home in the South of France. After years of hard work and a failed marriage in Korea, she's looking for some peace and quiet, a place to clear her mind and figure out her future. Lisa loves women, her dog, and landscaping, but that's about as complicated as it gets. When she meets her new tenant for the summer, it proves hard to stay professional as a caretaker, especially when that tenant turns out to be everything she ever wanted and more. As time passes and boundaries blur, the moment of goodbye becomes inevitable. Jennie isn't looking for a new love, especially not in the form of a woman, and Lisa has no desire to get her heart crushed again. Is it possible to find home in a place you've never been? And is it worth the risk, giving up everything for someone you've only just met? They say home is where the heart is... *Jenlisa Adaptation ©Credits to the author of the book

Jennie and Lisa absolutely despise each other, but still end up spending every weekend in the same bed. They set rules to keep things casual, turning it into a clean-cut friends-with-benefits arrangement. Except one by one, every rule gets broken... and feelings are the first to cross the line. This is an adaptation. All credit goes to the original author.

Jennie Kim didn't fall in love. She conquered. Men, women, investors, rivals-everyone bent eventually. That's what power did. That's what being the youngest CEO of Kim Royale Hotels meant. She was untouchable, unreadable, ice wrapped in silk. And she liked it that way. Until the night she met Lisa Manoban. Lisa was supposed to be temporary. A designer flown in with pretty sketches and naïve dreams. Someone Jennie could use for her Paris project, then discard when the job was done. But then Lisa smiled at her in that first meeting. Not nervous. Not impressed. Bold. Defiant. As if she saw straight through Jennie's ice and found something worth mocking. No one laughed at Jennie Kim. No one dared. That should've been the end. A firing, a replacement. Easy. But something about Lisa's fire made it impossible to look away. Impossible to forget. And Jennie hated it. Because Lisa wasn't just a distraction. She was temptation wrapped in loyalty, beauty painted in rebellion. The kind of woman who made Jennie's carefully built empire feel fragile. The kind who could ruin her. Jennie Kim didn't believe in love. But she believed in one thing the second she looked into Lisa Manoban's eyes- If she wasn't careful, this woman would be hers. And if Jennie claimed her, she'd be mine to break.

"And the third reason?" Lisa asked as she rested her hands on Jennie's hips. Jennie laughed, her shoulders were shaking. The sound of it echoed across Lisa's place, making the two cats on the top of the stairs stirred and craned their necks to get a better view of a laughing Jennie. It was a beautiful sight. "Do you want me to show it to you or would you rather I'll tell you a story?" Jennie asked playfully. Lisa contemplated for a moment. She was absentmindedly chewing the walls of her mouth. "How about we make a deal?" she asked. "Tell me a story, and if it's a good enough story, I will show you something. What say you, Jennie Kim?" Jennie raised a brow and asked, "Why do I feel like you're patronizing me the way you're saying my name right now?" "So, it's not a deal then?" Lisa replied, looking smug. But a shadow of a smirk was hinting on the corner of her mouth. "Fine. Deal," Jennie said.

When a chance encounter and a newly written bucket list lead to their admission to the Mile High Club, both Lisa and Jennie decide it will be a one-time thing. But when Lisa turns out to be the pilot for Jennie's bi-monthly business trips to London, things between them might not stay that way... Fasten your seatbelts, folks. ©️ story not mine, this is an adaptation. credits to the original author of this story.

Trigger Warning: This story explores a controversial dynamic involving a teacher and a student. While all characters are legal adults and their actions are consensual, the subject matter may be unsettling for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Jennie Kim was young, brilliant, and ridiculously attractive, which honestly felt illegal for a professor. Lisa found that out the hard way after accidentally walking into her office and completely forgetting how to be a functioning human. Mortified, she avoided Jennie ever since... only to discover she'd be teaching one of her classes that year. This is an adaptation. All credits go to the original author

Jennie Kim and Lisa Manoban met when they were ten years old. Jennie-daughter of wealthy parents and Lisa, daughter of their live-in maid and cook-became fast friends, yet both knew their place in life. There was never a doubt that they would become lovers . . . there was also never a doubt that Jennie would marry and maintain her social standing in the community. Little by little, they grew apart, their love affair ending with Jennie's marriage and pregnancy. Now, years later, Lisa returns to her old hometown to care for her ailing mother. Can they rebuild their friendship? Or will their new-found closeness bring back memories of their long-lost love? Travel through the years with Lisa and Jennie and watch their love unfold as they move from teens to young women and into adulthood. *JENLISA ADAPTATION © not mine credits to the author of the book.