Orm ha estado mintiendo sobre tener una novia para evitar pasar tiempo con sus compañeros de trabajo fuera del horario laboral. Esta mentira ha funcionado a la perfección hasta que Orm se ve obligada a asistir a la fiesta de Navidad de la empresa y todos esperan conocer a su novia. El único problema es que su novia no existe. Orm de repente simpatiza con todos los personajes de las películas de Hallmark y trata desesperadamente de encontrar una novia falsa para la noche. Al final no le queda otra opción y le pide a la hermana de su mejor amigo que le ayude. [ Esta historia no es mia, los creditos corresponden a @Southern_Casual ]

After three years in France, Lingling Kwong returns to Thailand, expecting a quiet life-until a simple trip to drop off her niece at kindergarten turns into a world-shattering revelation. Two little voices called her Dadda. Five years, one night, and a hidden secret-now the woman she loved and the twins she never knew exist are standing right in front of her. Can she reclaim the family she never knew she had? --- "She lost her love... but the twins she never knew just found Dadda" --- DADDA, YOU'RE LATE LINGORM FANFIC

What was it that Lingling Kwong desired now that her acting career was taking off after the explosive popularity of The Secret Of Us? Fame? Money? Recognition? Sure, all of those things are lovely. But what could be lovelier than the milky-skinned, doe-eyed woman standing beside her, whose fingers interlaced with hers at every opportune moment? Well, Ling was about to discover that nothing, absolutely nothing, was lovelier than Orm Kornnaphat herself.

G!P Orm Kornaphat, married to Ling, feels trapped and resentful of her life. She meets Ray and tries to break free, but betrayal and a storm lead to her death. Upon waking six months later, Orm realizes her recklessness has led to nowhere. She takes responsibility for her life and marriage, but hears Ling's voice, revealing her hopelessness in love with her younger wife. This revelation makes Orm question everything she thought she knew. "All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."

She was supposed to return to Bangkok to marry her fiancée after signing away a quiet town for redevelopment. She never made it. After a car crash on the outskirts of nowhere, the heir to a ruthless real estate empire vanishes-no name, no memory, no trace of who she used to be. In a fading seaside inn, she's taken in by Orm-a struggling actress from Bangkok, sent by her father to help her aunt keep the property afloat. Neither of them knows that the quiet stranger helping repair shutters and watching the tide come in is the very woman whose company is trying to demolish the place. But the days turn tender. The silence grows warm. And slowly, Ing becomes someone else-someone softer. Someone Orm might be falling for. But memory doesn't ask for permission.
It comes back in boardrooms, in power suits, in names that carry weight like weapons. But Orm won't go down without a fight. Because it was Ling who once taught her how to fight. And now, even if Ling doesn't remember her-Orm remembers everything. 如果你看过台湾偶像剧，你就会知道灵感来自哪里 🤌🏼

In the glittering world of Formula 1, where every second matters and reputations are everything, Ferrari's rising star Lingling Kwong is untouchable-on the track and off. But when she meets sharp-tongued motorsport journalist Orm Kornnaphat during a high-stakes race weekend in Singapore, the lines between professional and personal begin to blur. Set against roaring engines, flashing cameras, and smoky jazz bars, "Lines We Shouldn't Cross" is a slow-burn romance crackling with tension, desire, and the dangerous thrill of wanting something-or someone-you shouldn't. Sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are the ones you never planned to write.

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.

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

Orm, a broke delivery girl with a bad temper, just wanted to get through another frustrating day. What she didn't expect is a high-speed chase, a gun-wielding mafia heiress hijacking her car, and an insane marriage proposal. Lingling, heiress to Thailand's most powerful mafia family, needs a wife to secure her inheritance. Orm, unfortunately, is in the wrong place at the wrong time and now stuck in a fake marriage with a terrifyingly gorgeous crime boss. Their simple arrangement turns into an absolute chaos. Assassins, high-society events, and Lingling's increasingly jealous behavior make it clear that this is anything but fake. Somewhere between ridiculous arguments and one very passionate night, Orm realizes she's falling for her insanely terrifying but gorgeous wife.

18+ ONLY. This story contains mature themes and explicit smut. Read at your own risk. Contentedly single and successful at 30, Lingling has built her perfect life after overcoming hardship. Marriage? No thanks. Dating? A nuisance her meddling best friends keep forcing on her (as she's the only single person left in her group of friends). She just wants to support them, especially Lookmhee on her wedding day. But fate-and maybe Lookmhee-has other plans, leading to a clumsy bouquet standoff with a captivating ash-blonde woman. Lingling thinks she's escaped the matchmaking trap, only to agree to babysit Lookmhee's cousin... who turns out to be the very same woman she accidentally fought over flowers with. Maybe fate, and her best friends, know best after all? A/N: So, I began writing this story while in Thailand last week. It's my first trip out of the country (where I'm residing) and I was writing this because I was a bit disappointed when I couldn't see any LingOrm billboard ads during my first day (only saw one, the Ichitan one in Chiangmai and it was my last day) 🤧 So yeah, to make myself better, I wrote this out of nowhere but it's still unfinished...though I plan to continue writing this but no idea how this story will turn out. The story is typical but yeah I was needing distraction at that moment so I didn't really care. Anyway, I should prolly stop being a silent fan and meet other JKRs so I knew where to spot LingOrm ads the next time I'll travel back to Thailand HAHA.