A Compilation of Every Reader's Request, Written with Heart. This link is Part 2. When it reach the 15th story, I'll make a new link for part 3. _______________ Hi my lovely readers. If you've got any wild or sweet or anything of LMSY fanfic ideas swirling in your mind, don't keep them to yourself-share them with me! You can DM me on Wattpad, X, or TikTok. Who knows? I'll probably end up writing it. Let's make this fandom even more fun together, my delulu besties!

New chapter will be published Nov 4th. ______________ A deadly past. A dangerous present. A love that could destroy them both. She was hired to kill them. She thought she was just a child. When Lookmhee, a skilled assassin, was sent to eliminate the wealthy Saranphat family, she never imagined a single misstep would change everything. In a split second of panic, the life of ten-year-old Sonya is left in her hands-and with it, a guilt she can never erase. Over the next decade, Lookmhee raises Sonya in secret, training her to survive in a dangerous world-not to become an assassin, but to protect herself. Ten years of trust, mentorship, and unspoken bonds grow between them... but a past thought buried refuses to stay silent. When the enemies from that fateful night resurface, Sonya learns the devastating truth: Lookmhee killed her parents. Blinded by rage and betrayal, she sets a trap to take revenge-but when the moment of truth arrives, memories of a shared life and forbidden feelings threaten to shatter her resolve. One bullet, one sacrifice, one choice-can love survive when it was born from blood? Dark. Twisted. Forbidden. A story of vengeance, loyalty, and a love that was never meant to be.

The new chapter will be published everyday. "Sometimes what's stolen isn't money" ______________ Fate could not have written two lives more differently. Sonya Saranphat was born into power, polished into perfection, and destined to lead Thailand's most prestigious tourism empire. With her name engraved in glass towers, luxury resorts, and billion-dollar contracts, she commands respect everywhere she walks. But behind the impenetrable armor of success, Sonya's heart beats with quiet loneliness-one she buries under meetings, deals, and expectations. On the other side of the city, Lookmhee Punyapat works endless shifts at a small Bangkok restaurant, her apron stained with dreams she once had. Orphaned young, raised by her ailing grandmother, and forced to abandon her culinary ambitions, she knows only survival. Each day is lived in the shadow of what could have been. A twist of fate-and a debt unpaid-pulls them into each other's orbit. For Sonya, Lookmhee begins as nothing more than a waitress with a certain fire in her eyes. For Lookmhee, Sonya is a woman from a world so far above her own it might as well be untouchable. Yet as their paths intertwine, their differences ignite something neither expected: attraction laced with curiosity, desire tangled with pride. But love never comes freely. Not when one woman holds the world in her hands, and the other struggles to keep her own from falling apart. Not when every glance, every word, every touch-comes with interest.

Sonya's love life is a series of failed first dates, but her best friend and roommate, Lookmhee, is always there to pick up the pieces. What starts as comfort soon turns confusing as lingering touches and late-night talks blur the line between friendship and something more. As feelings simmer and old fears resurface, both must decide if risking their friendship is worth the chance at something more.

In the restless heart of Bangkok, two women from opposite worlds are pulled into each other's world. Lek Saetang lives on her own in a cramped apartment above a tattoo studio in Thonglor. She works with her hands fixing bikes, sketching ink, anything that pays. And smokes when stress gets heavy, tattoos snake along her arm, and her boyish charm has a way of drawing women to her without effort. Survival taught her independence, and she prefers it that way. On the other side of the city, Sanya Rattanakosin is treated like Bangkok's crown jewel. The only daughter of a casino tycoon, she lives in a mansion of glittering glass, where her father spoils her as though nothing could ever harm her. But behind the parties, champagne, and endless suitors, Sanya is restless. Rich men line up at her feet, yet every one of them bores her. Her temper is sharp, easily gets jealous, and deep inside, she's searching for something..someone that no glittering party has ever offered. What begins as a spark of obsession turns into a dangerous, magnetic pull neither of them expected. Sanya's possessiveness clashes with Lek's refusal to be tamed, while Bangkok's neon-lit nights become the backdrop for jealousy, temptation, and the slow, inevitable unraveling of two women who can't escape each other. One is fire contained in glass. The other is smoke that slips through fingers. Together they could burn the city down..

When Sonya Pedersen loses her job, the last thing she expects is to land in the company owned by the woman she swore never to see again-her ex, Lookmhee Sathaporn. Their breakup was messy, toxic, and unforgettable, leaving Sonya determined to keep her distance. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Lookmhee is not only her boss but also her relentless admirer, shamelessly flirting at every chance she gets. Sonya fires back with sarcasm and attitude, determined to draw the line. Yet the more she resists, the more Lookmhee pushes, blurring the line between professionalism and unfinished business. As past wounds resurface and sparks fly in ways neither can ignore, Sonya must decide: is Lookmhee still the obsession she once escaped from-or has she finally learned how to love? Can love grow back stronger after being broken, or is it just another trap waiting to close?

When devotion tastes like blood, and love feels like possession. Zafira Solis (SY) is a rising star in the courtroom, brilliant, righteous, untouchable. Or so she thinks. What she doesn't know is that someone has been watching. Saving. Claiming. Seraphine Vexley (LM) doesn't believe in fate, only precision. And Zafira became hers the moment she spared a life... because of her. Now, Seraphine is always a step ahead: eliminating threats, erasing evidence, burning the world before it can touch what's hers. But when Zafira starts to feel the pull, the shadows tightening around her, the invisible hands guiding her fate, the question is no longer who's protecting her. It's what she'll become once she knows. A dark, sapphic romance of obsession, power, and the quiet destruction of self. If she can't have her, no one will. But what if she doesn't have to take? What if Zafira gives in willingly?

When Sonya Duskbourne is bound by duty to marry into the mysterious Ashthorne family, she enters a world of shadowed halls, locked doors, and a wife she cannot read. Her bride, Lookmhee Ashthorne, rules the decaying mansion with a quiet, unsettling intensity. The townsfolk whisper about curses, vanished brides, and secrets that cling to the Ashthorne name like ivy on stone. What begins as a union of families soon becomes a battle of wills-one marked by obsession, desire, and a dangerous intimacy that Sonya never expected. In the heart of Ashthorne Hall, where every vow feels like a chain, Sonya must face the truth: some cages are built not of iron, but of love. A gothic sapphic of forbidden marriage, haunting passion, and the perilous line between devotion and possession.

Soraya Vergara (SY) is composed, well-dressed, and absolutely not in the mood to explain to her powerful family why her ex-boyfriend is getting married before she's even been kissed this year. The pressure is unbearable - the scrutiny, worse. So to protect her family's image and bruise her ex's ego in one move, she lies. One fake relationship. Just long enough to survive a string of company galas and Vergara-family functions. Enter Elira Soriano (LM) - velvet-suited, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly unbothered. A creative director with a reputation in queer circles and a smile that ruins women. She agrees to play the part. No feelings. No strings. But what starts as an act turns into something harder to control - lingering stares, shared beds, and kisses that feel too dangerous to fake. Elira doesn't play soft. And Soraya? She's never been this close to falling. Because Elira tastes like danger. And Soraya is starting to forget why they were pretending in the first place.

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