LingxOrm Story Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, CEO Lingling Kwong is a workaholic "Tiger" who hasn't taken a breath in years. Forced by her secretary to take a two-week reprieve at a luxury resort in Samui, Lingling expects a quiet place to work in isolation-until she crosses paths with Orm Kornnaphat, a spirited resort employee raising a four-year-old daughter. As the corporate world fades and the island sun begins to thaw her icy exterior, Lingling is forced to confront the shadows of her past. Can a woman who views life as a calculated game learn to embrace the messiness of real connection? Let's follow their journey!

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

The engagement was never supposed to happen. But after a viral video, a media frenzy, and a carefully worded press release, Ling and Orm find themselves at the center of Thailand's biggest love story. Perfect on paper, untouchable on-screen, and utterly incompatible behind closed doors. Their job is simple: look in love, act in love, sell the love. It's fine. It's all fine.

Two powerful women from opposite worlds are bound by a one-year arranged marriage to settle a dangerous family debt. Sirilak Kwong-known as Lingling Kwong-is a cold, commanding mafia matriarch whose presence demands loyalty and quietly evokes fear. Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, or Orm Kornnaphat, is a fiercely independent woman who left behind her family and its life of crime for a quiet, carefully built existence. Bound by duty but divided by distrust, their contract ignites tension, jealousy, and unexpected moments of tenderness. As the year unfolds, their guarded hearts collide ..and neither is prepared for what they might lose when the contract ends.

FROID Chapter 1-20 CALDO (BONUS CHAPTERS) The Kwongs They share respect but little else. As they juggle life with their twin daughters, cracks in their façade force them to confront the distance between them. This isn't about tearing down perfection-it's about fighting to build what never truly existed-it's one of piecing together what was never whole. Not every beginning has to be perfect. Sometimes it starts as a mess and still ends up being magic. Disclaimer: This story contains elements of toxicity and is entirely fictional. The characters' traits and actions may provoke dislike or strong opinions, but that's upon on your own risk.

Lingling Kwong is an infamous heart surgeon - dominant, flirtatious, and used to getting exactly what she wants. But the new dermatologist at the hospital, Orm Sethratanapong, doesn't fall for her charm, apparently. Disclaimer: This is nothing serious-just a story I started plotting during one of my many visits to the ER. I write it during my train rides to work, mostly to pass time and pretend I'm being productive (when I am not asleep, of course). Please adjust expectations accordingly 🫡🚆💉

Ling finally tried committing to something other than her career, the gym routine and a rotating roster of flings. She proposed. Her girlfriend laughed. Apparently, Ling's "I'm not a relationship person" reputation is harder to shake than she thought. Especially when her *actual* longest relationship is with her best friend, Orm, and the tiny child who bosses her around and claims "she's ours." Originally posted on my AO3 account. --- The usual disclaimer: The characters are obviously inspired by LingOrm, and there might be references to real-life events, but the story is purely fictional. English is not my first language, so my apologies for any potential mistakes. If you want to say hi, I'm on X: @yjkr94_LO Peace and Love, JKRs :)

Orm, a bitchie and baddie young manager in the fashion department of a top magazine, has never been one for commitment or settling down. Meanwhile, Lingling, a web developer and the only daughter of the company's owner, brings a quiet strength and gentle patience that draws Orm in and pulls them closer together. What starts as a chance encounter slowly evolves into a profound love that changes Orm's view of herself. With Lingling, Orm finds someone who doesn't try to change her-but instead makes her want to change.

Dream With Sleep adalah novel karya Bolli Ethan yang ke-3 sekaligus terakhirnya sebelum sang penulis wafat. Kabarnya, novel ini mencari tumbal kematian tiap tahunnya. Namun bagaimana jadinya jika ternyata dibalik kematian itu ada kehidupan baru yang menunggu? Jean harus merasakan hidup kembali dan merelakan seseorang yang ia suka di dunia nyata. Sayangnya ia harus bangun ditubuh bocah ingusan 11 tahun, dan mengetahui 6 tahun dari sekarang ia punya takdir mati bunuh diri.

🌈🔞 Itu adalah perasaan terpesona, aku tahu... Dan seharusnya itu berakhir saat itu juga... Hanya pandangan sekilas, hanya romansa singkat... Tapi aku sadar, tanpanya aku akan melanjutkan perjalananku dengan hati yang kosong... Karena aku telah jatuh begitu dalam...