Bonnie Patrapphus finally gets everything she ever dreamed of: a place at the prestigious Chulalongkorn University, a golden art-faculty tie around her neck, and the bright, buzzing energy of campus life welcoming her with open arms. But there's one problem. A big one. Room 114. More specifically-the girl who owns it. Emi, the infamous fourth-year medical student, known across Lily Dorm as the Ice Witch, has lived alone in Room 114 for years. Rumor says she's chased away ten roommates. Rumor also says she has no patience, no warmth, and absolutely no intention of sharing her space with anyone-especially not a cheerful, sleepwalking junior with a habit of cuddling whatever she bumps into at night. From day one, Bonnie and Emi clash: "I said don't touch my things." "And I said calm down, I only breathed near it." Cold shoulders, sharp banter, petty arguments about lamps and laundry schedules-Bonnie's life becomes a daily roller coaster of trying not to argue...and then arguing anyway. And somehow, through all that frost, Bonnie starts noticing small cracks in Emi's walls. And Emi starts noticing... things she really shouldn't. Like how Bonnie's smile softens the whole room. Or how her sleepwalking ends with her curled against Emi like a kitten. Or how her laugh sticks in Emi's mind longer than it should. But the real chaos begins when Phuwin-a handsome, popular senior-starts showing interest in Bonnie. Suddenly Emi's coldness turns into something sharper. Something Bonnie can't name. Snippet: "So... Phuwin helped you carry your bag again?" Emi mutters, not looking up from her textbook. "Yeah? He's just being nice," Bonnie says, confused. Emi snaps her book shut. "He's not 'just nice.' Guys don't smile like that unless they want something." Bonnie blinks. "Why do you care?" "I don't." "...But your jaw is tensing." "No it's not."

🎬 Assassin (Ling) x Model (Orm) Lingling Sirilak Kwong, the angel of death. Heiress of an infamous assassin bloodline. One command from her, and a thousand lives vanish from the earth. She sides with no one. Known for her neutrality, she does anything strictly for money. With limitless wealth, she gets whatever she wants. Watching rival factions outbid each other to kill their own, that's her favorite pastime. None of her targets ever survived, except for one woman: Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong. She was the first to make it out alive. None of Lingling's agents could kill her. So Lingling had to do it herself. Orm was the only daughter of a powerful mafia family. A model, famous for her beautiful face.

Love and Milk spending 30 days together

In a world where power is paramount and vulnerability is a liability, Love and Milk are bound by a shared past of betrayal and concealed truths. As their childhood rivalry intensifies and secrets unravel, their hatred transforms into a dangerous attraction, forcing them to confront their intertwined fates and risk everything, even the foundations of their worlds. Love's chest tightened, her vision blurring with tears. She stepped forward, her voice trembling with restrained fury. "I will never forgive you, Milk." Milk's jaw tightened, but she didn't back down. "Then don't. Forgiveness was never meant for us to give. We're bound by hate right from the start." Yet, a truth remained unspoken: they were also tied by fate, two halves of a whole destined to collide. Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive themes, including violence, abuse, emotional trauma, explicit language, and mature content. It is strictly intended for readers aged 18 and above only. Read at your own risk.

EMI x BONNIE AU Tide had it all--a brilliant mind, a PhD at 21, and a path paved with luxury and expectation. But she chose to disappear, retreating to the quiet coast of Pattaya, where the rhythm of the ocean mirrors her solitary existence. She isn't hiding or running-she's surviving, content to live in the shadows, far from the suffocating weight of a world that once demanded too much. Her life is simple: the sea, the stars, and a silence she's learned to embrace. But when Emi, an enigmatic psychologist with a magnetic presence, arrives on vacation, Tide's carefully guarded world begins to shift. Emi's warmth and persistence challenge her boundaries, stirring feelings she's worked hard to bury. As the two share quiet nights beneath the stars and fleeting conversations that cut deeper than expected, Tide is forced to confront not just Emi but the truths she's been avoiding-about connection, vulnerability, and the life she thought she'd left behind. Ranking: #1 emibonnie #1 emi 3/29/25; 8/7/25 #1 emithasorn 5/19/25 #1 bonniepattraphus 8/7/25 #1 ustheseries 8/7/25

Lauren moves into her college dorm, expecting to have a nice stay and focus on school work. She does for the shortest time possible... until she gets a new, older roommate by the name of Camila. Camila is the opposite of Lauren and tends to always be cranking music whenever Lauren is trying to study. They don't get along at all, fighting constantly over the smallest of things. They have to settle their difference or talk to an RA about getting a new roommate, but both are too stubborn to give up their room. Do not duplicate this story.

Smut-Just Fiction🔞

"She was never supposed to care. But she did. And Tara was never supposed to feel seen-until she did." Tara doesn't ask for much-just to get through the day without breaking. Between a crumbling home life, invisible scars, and the suffocating weight of survival, she's learned to keep her head down and her heart guarded. That is, until she meets her. Maria Emerson Tara's new teacher-calm, composed, and unknowingly magnetic. She sees through Tara's defiance, her silence, her carefully constructed walls. But what begins as concern slowly twists into something far more dangerous-for both of them. As glances linger too long and conversations dip too deep, an unspoken bond forms. It's wrong. It's terrifying. It's the only thing that feels right. But nothing stays secret forever. With friends growing suspicious, a town ready to judge, and the threat of everything unraveling, Tara is forced to confront the truth: she's falling for the one person she should stay away from. And Maria? She knows the line. But she keeps stepping closer. Ms. Emerson is an emotionally charged wlw age-gap romance about the pull of forbidden connection, the ache of being seen, and the cost of crossing lines that were never meant to be blurred. Some love stories aren't allowed. But they still find a way to be written.

Lingling Kwong has always preferred the company of clay over people. As a reclusive pottery maker, she finds comfort in the quiet solitude of her studio, shaping imperfect yet soulful creations with her hands. Then Orm Kornnaphat walks in-poised, elegant, and entirely out of place. She requests a set of tea cups, "simple, but with character," and keeps finding excuses to return, drawn to Lingling's world in ways she doesn't fully understand. What begins as a business transaction slowly turns into something deeper, unspoken but undeniable. But both women carry pasts they don't talk about-Orm, bound by family expectations and obligations she can't escape, and Lingling, haunted by a life she once abandoned. As tensions rise and their connection is tested, they must decide: will they remain shaped by the past, or will they risk everything for something beautifully imperfect-something real? A slow-burn sapphic romance about love, art, and the quiet spaces in between

She can't see the world-but she sees her. Film never believed in fate. After losing her vision in a car accident five years ago, she's learned to live in silence, in shadows, in control of her own darkness. She's done letting people feel sorry for her-until she meets her. Dr. Namtan Tipnaree is a psychologist with walls so high even she can't see over them. Calm, professional, a little cold. She's everything Film isn't. And exactly what Film needs. What starts as a required therapy session becomes something much deeper-conversations turn into confessions, tension turns into something that feels a lot like love. But Namtan is hiding something, too. And some scars can't be seen. In a world without light, can love still find a way?