Ling (GIP) One devastating, rainy night changes two lives forever. ​For Orm, it's the night her life falls apart. Heartbroken and dumped after refusing to compromise her values, she wanders the city streets completely numb-until a blinding flash of headlights changes everything. ​For Ling, it's the night her happily-ever-after is brutally stolen from her. A sudden crash takes her new wife's life, leaving Ling consumed by a burning, relentless thirst for revenge against the drunk girl who caused it. ​When Ling orchestrates a cruel, elaborate trap-forcing a desperate Orm into a fake marriage built entirely on lies-she plans to shatter Orm the way her own heart was shattered. She promises herself she will remain cold, indifferent, and ruthless. But secrets have a way of unraveling, a hidden pregnancy changes the stakes, and the line between burning hate and consuming love begins to blur. ​Can a love born from vengeance ever survive the truth?

Lingling breaks up with Orm after their high school graduation. Years later she returns to reclaim her lost love. 🔞⚠ Warning: Drug Addiction, Physical Abuse, Angst. The original story by Isis Blue. This is a converted story. I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY OR ANY PIC. Credit to the original author.

Ling, a determined undercover cop, infiltrates the criminal underworld to prevent an all-out drug war between two powerful syndicates. One is led by Orm-a ruthless, brilliant, and enigmatic boss known for running her empire with both compassion and iron resolve. As Ling works to get close to Orm for intel, a dangerous, intoxicating game of cat and mouse begins. The boundaries between duty and desire blur as Ling is drawn into Orm's world-finding herself tempted by the syndicate boss's raw magnetism and unexpected vulnerability. A single night of passion-fueled by adrenaline, liquor, and longing-ends in Ling's unexpected pregnancy. To avoid blowing her cover and risking the mission, Ling hides the truth, torn between loyalty to her badge and the feelings she can no longer deny. But nothing stays hidden in the syndicate for long. When one of Orm's people catches Ling leaving a women's clinic, the truth explodes-upending both of their lives and forcing them to confront what they're willing to risk to protect the fragile love growing between them. Love, betrayal, and danger collide in a world where trust can be fatal and nothing is what it seems. G!P Orm

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

"I want you to suck it," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. I tore my gaze from the fake cock and glared at her. "Excuse me?" Her eyes were dead serious, unflattering. "Suck it." : : : Lydia was having a little relationship problem. Read to find out when a little pervy doctor by the name of Dr. Zayn have her eyes on LYDIA

At Lexington Memorial, there is no room for second place. Dr. Ling Ling Kwong, the "Ice Queen" of Neurosurgery, operates with lethal precision. To her, the human brain is a complex algorithm, a puzzle to be solved with cold logic and a steady hand. She has never encountered a variable she couldn't control. Then there is Dr. Orm Kornnaphat. The hospital's star cardiothoracic surgeon is everything Ling is not: impulsive, empathetic, and fueled by a raw instinct to protect her patients. Orm is the "Heart" of the hospital. She doesn't just fix valves; she fights for lives. When the legendary Chief of Surgery announces his retirement, the vacancy ignites a cutthroat war between the two. But as the competition heats up, the distance between them begins to dissolve. Ling's icy resolve is melting, and Orm's heart only finds its steady rhythm when Ling is near. They must decide: is the title worth more than the person they've finally learned to trust?

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled.(26/02/07) #1 in intersex.(26/11/07) #1 in gl.(26/11/07) #1 in lesbianlgbt(26/14/07)

Funny random episodes featuring the life of the Kwong sisters (Ling ling the eldest, Namtan the middle and Milk the youngest) along with their lovers and how they manage life after their parents decided to leave the three all alone in their huge ass mansion to go abroad for a three months business trip. what could go wrong?