Lingling Kwong, a sharply intelligent but emotionally guarded creative executive, has spent the last six months working in China, chasing an opportunity too big to ignore. Her girlfriend, Orm Kornaphat-sunny, chaotic, and fiercely loyal-remains in Bangkok, where their shared apartment now feels like a museum of memories they can't touch. Despite the distance, their connection holds. Nightly video calls blur into whispered "I miss you"s, unfinished goodbyes, and sometimes, breathless phone sex that leaves them both lonelier in the aftermath. They pretend they're okay. They count the weeks. But under it all simmers a desperate longing neither will say aloud. What Orm doesn't know is that Lingling is on her way home. Armed with a suitcase, a surprise plane ticket, and a heart full of need, Lingling shows up at Orm's doorstep in the middle of the night-and nothing prepares them for what follows. Their reunion is all heat and softness: limbs tangled in moonlight, breath caught between kisses, promises made in silence. But as the days unfold, so do the questions they've been avoiding-about careers, compromises, and how long love can survive if they keep choosing work over one another.

It's all about smut smut smut content on my own very short story, (Reminder a short story) All about Lingorm only (All of my one shot collection for Lingorm) My titles inspires me from Cupcakke, Ugh....

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.

Falada, a reserved and introverted doctor, never believed in dating apps, or dating. She prefers her structured life over the chaos of meeting strangers. But after relentless nudging from her friends, she gives in and downloads one. Across the city, Earn, a free-spirited photographer who lives in the moment and never stays in one place too long, notices one particular profile...and swipes right. A story about timing, trust and unexpected connections. AN: - This is a fanfiction inspired by characters from The Secret of Us series. - Locations mentioned may be real or fictional. - All photo credits go to the original owners. - I apologize for any grammar mistakes, as english is not my first language. Enjoy :)

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.

Five years ago, Orm and Lingling loved each other in secret, but life tore them apart. Orm stayed in Bangkok, trying to be the perfect daughter, med student, and fiancée-while Lingling rebuilt her life overseas, becoming a mother in her own terms. Now, fate pulls them back into each other's orbit. A chance encounter reignites all the feelings they tried to forget. Old wounds open, old sparks fly, and neither of them can deny what they still want. But with families, promises, and a child between them, nothing is simple. Sometimes the hardest thing is choosing your own happiness-especially when your heart never moved on.

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.

Planning my cousin's wedding is a piece of cake. Until a stuck up person from my past appears... as an unexpected guest. Lingling Kwong. It was hate at first sight and it still is. It's not because she's a grumpy and stuck up, or because we're polar opposites who bickered our way through summer camp. It's the stinging rejection of a failed first kiss that's haunted me for the past twelve years.

Prologue - The Memory Between Us They said time would heal her. But two years later, Ling was still staring out the glass window of her penthouse, fingers wrapped around a cold mug of coffee she never finished. CEO. Heiress. Fiancée to a ghost. Her world ended once... And then again, when she was forced to marry someone who wasn't even hers to begin with. The vows weren't meant for her. The dress wasn't either. But the name on the marriage certificate? Ling Ling Kwong. And the bride beside her? Orm. Her sister's fiancée. It was supposed to be temporary. A contract. Just one year to protect the family name and walk away. But no one told her love doesn't follow contracts. And no one warned her how cruel memory could be. Because just when Ling finally opened her heart again... Orm forgot everything. Forgot their laughter. Their fights. Their promises. Forgot her. And now, Ling wasn't sure she had the strength to lose her all over again. DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners.

In the vibrant streets of Bangkok, two women enter into a dangerous agreement- no promises, no feelings, no strings attached. Lingling has always lived her life by the rules: perfect daughter, perfect image, untouched and untouchable. But when her curiosity pulls her into the orbit of Orm-a reckless, magnetic playgirl with a dangerous charm and something extra between her legs-her world tilts off balance. What begins as a simple arrangement-text me when you're horny-spirals into nights of lust too raw to ignore. Orm pushes Ling past every limit, worships and destroys her in equal measure, until Ling can no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, denial and desire. But behind Orm's smirk and filthy mouth, something darker brews: attachment. Possession. Maybe even love. And as Ling struggles against the truth of her own longing, she's forced to face the one thing scarier than Orm's hands on her body-Orm's hold on her heart. Filthy. Tender. Addictive. This is not a love story. This is the story of how lust turned into something neither of them could escape.