In a world split in two-eternal night and endless day-balance is maintained by two rulers who have never met. Lingling Kwong rules the Veil of Night: a realm of shadows, storms, and quiet, aching loneliness. Feared across the lands, she is whispered about as a monster-a queen born of eclipse magic, neither fully of one nature nor the other, but something more. Something ancient. Orm Kornnaphat reigns over the Radiant Dominion: a kingdom of golden skies, warmth, and unwavering devotion. Loved by her people, she is seen as a living goddess-pure, kind, and untouchable. They are opposites. They are balance. They are never meant to meet. Until the world begins to break. This story is told through each side so there might be some repetition.

Lingling Kwong is a cold, composed CEO, intimidating and always in control. To her, success is everything. Love is a distraction. Emotions are a weakness she can't afford. Then Orm enters her life. "..... I think you two have chemistry." Lingling's gaze flicked up, flat and unreadable. "You are impossible," she said, returning her attention to the documents. "I'm not interested in anything like that." She added. "Not interested in men, you mean." "Get back to work, P'Taew." "You into men?" P'Taew pressed, now seated across from her boss, not listening to her. Lingling give her secretary a look. "No," she said at last. At just 23, Orm is both strong and quietly fragile. A chance encounter shifts everything. Her warmth lingers, unsettling Lingling in ways she can't explain. In the spaces between glances and silences, between duty and desire, something real begins to bloom. Orm tilted her head slightly. "Are you...?" Don't tell me she's the CEO-Please... "Lingling Kwong," the woman replied without hesitation. Fuck.

MATURE Content ahead (WARNING) The quiet hum of the high school library, Ling, a senior, bumps into Orm, a bright-eyed junior. What starts as an awkward encounter quickly blossoms into something unexpectedly profound. They discover a shared love for stories and whispered secrets, finding solace and excitement in each other's company. As their connection deepens, they navigate the thrilling and tender uncertainties of first love, each becoming the other's first girlfriend. But Ling harbors a hidden truth, a secret so deeply guarded that the fear of losing Orm's affection, of shattering their budding forever, keeps her silent. This is just for fun. Note: I've been working to fix an issue where some sentences are missing from chapters on the mobile version. It seems there's a synchronization glitch between the computer (where I published it) and mobile devices. If you notice certain chapters have been republished, please know these are my attempts to rectify the ongoing display issues.

Lingling Kwong never believed in ghosts-until she met Orm Kornnaphat. What begins as an unexpected connection between the living and the dead slowly unravels into something neither of them can ignore. Is love strong enough to bridge the gap between their worlds?

Lingling is a detective, and Orm is the psychologist sent to help her on a serial killer case. The original story by Cat. This is a converted story. I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY OR ANY PIC. credit to the original author.

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.

[Short Fic] Tragedy strikes Orm Kornnaphat's life, for a second time, sending her spiralling out of control. 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.

Orm spends a year telling people her one-night stand faked her own death to avoid a second date. She was wrong. Ling is very much dead. Orm just had to die to find out, and now they're both in the afterlife.

Three fingers of Jameson. A piece of chocolate cake. The woman in the corner booth unravels Orm's carefully controlled life one Tuesday night at a time. Orm knows better than to let this woman into her apartment. Into her bed. Into her life. Knows better than to fall for someone who can't be hers. But Orm falls anyway, for Ling, whose life is tangled with hers in ways neither of them anticipated.

The first time Lingling met Orm, she dismissed her as just another actress with a pretty face and an effortless smile-someone who floated through life like a butterfly, untethered, untouched by anything real. But that was before Orm walked into her bookstore on a rain-soaked afternoon. And definitely before Orm tried to flirt with her-badly.