Ling (GIP) One devastating, rainy night changes two lives forever. ​For Orm, it's the night her life falls apart. Heartbroken and dumped after refusing to compromise her values, she wanders the city streets completely numb-until a blinding flash of headlights changes everything. ​For Ling, it's the night her happily-ever-after is brutally stolen from her. A sudden crash takes her new wife's life, leaving Ling consumed by a burning, relentless thirst for revenge against the drunk girl who caused it. ​When Ling orchestrates a cruel, elaborate trap-forcing a desperate Orm into a fake marriage built entirely on lies-she plans to shatter Orm the way her own heart was shattered. She promises herself she will remain cold, indifferent, and ruthless. But secrets have a way of unraveling, a hidden pregnancy changes the stakes, and the line between burning hate and consuming love begins to blur. ​Can a love born from vengeance ever survive the truth?

After the cameras cut away - the things Neen and Runch say with their bodies when they've run out of words. Warning: This is my AU interpretation with G!P Runch. If that's not your thing, no worries - this fic isn't for you!

LingXOrm After five years of forced separation in New York, Orm returns home desperate to reconnect with her past love, Ling, and fix the wreckage she left behind. Hardened by years of painful abandonment, Ling meets Orm's pleading eyes with cold resentment and establishes rigid boundaries to protect herself from further heartbreak. Despite facing bitter hostility from Ling's protective family and her own grueling career demands, Orm vows to endure any hardship to earn her way back in.

Orm is accused of murder. All the evidence points to her, even though she insists she has never killed anyone and can't remember anything that happened that night. She is sentenced to life imprisonment in Infernum, a prison located on an uninhabited island filled with dangerous inmates. Rumor has it that no one has ever made it out of Infernum alive-or even survived there for more than a month. Only monsters survive in a place like that, and one of them is Ling, the woman who confessed her love to Orm eight years ago, only to be brutally rejected. After that humiliating rejection, Ling disappeared without a trace, and Orm never heard from her again-until the day she was brought to Infernum and came face to face with Ling, now the most feared inmate in the prison. The question is whether Ling's presence will be an advantage for Orm... or her personal hell, considering the last time they met, Orm lied about her and humiliated her in front of many people. [G!P LING]

Ling (GIP) ​To the world, she is the President. To her wife, she is a political asset. But to the woman hidden in the shadows, she is everything. ​At thirty-nine, Sirilak "Ling" Kwong commands the skyline of Hong Kong. As the youngest President to ever hold office, she is a figure of immense power and striking presence-possessing a "beautifully handsome" elegance that commands every room she enters. Born of a Thai mother and a powerful Chinese statesman, she balances the expectations of two worlds while trapped in a loveless "family agreement" marriage to Chen Shingua, the daughter of a political titan. ​In a world where her unique nature-her masculine paired with her feminine grace-is simply a part of her natural, striking allure, Ling has everything but freedom. ​Her composure cracks during a visit to her mother's quiet home in Khon Kaen, Thailand. There, she meets Kornnaphat "Orm" Sethratanapong, her mother's private nurse. Orm is an ethereal vision with fair skin and honey-amber eyes, a woman whose beauty feels like a physical ache. The attraction is instant, visceral, and dangerous. ​What starts as a whispered conversation in the Thai moonlight descends into a dark, consuming affair. Ling, a woman who governs millions, finds herself powerless against her craving for the woman who shouldn't be hers. In the quiet corners of estates and the back of tinted motorcades, their connection grows into something raw, explicit, and undeniable. ​But the eyes of the public are everywhere, and the law is a cold master. In a landscape of high-stakes corporate conflict and political daggers, their love is more than a secret-it's a revolution. ​When the heart defies the state, which one will break first?

They did not enter the industry. They conquered it. Lingling and Milk Kwong - crowned "The Pillars of Thailand" before twenty-three - built their empire under flashbulbs and fashion contracts. Calvin Klein. Dior. YSL. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Perfect. Until the fracture. It begins with an invitation. Irene Bae - global icon, former lover, the woman Lingling once crossed continents for - is moving on. And Lingling refuses to look abandoned. She arrives in black, not white, with Victoria's Secret's most coveted Angel on her arm. Orm. Her rival. Her opposite. The girl she once dismissed - and the only one bold enough to stand beside her without flinching. Their history is sharp. Their tension undeniable. The public calls it chemistry. They call it war. Across another city, Milk is fighting a quieter battle. Her years-long entanglement with Jennie - secret, addictive, and never fully hers - collapses when reality finally outweighs hope. Milk stops waiting to be chosen. And turns to Love. The stylist who stayed. The one who watched. The one who never made her feel second. In an industry built on image and control, the twins begin to realize something dangerous: Rivalry can blur into desire. Comfort can turn into something deeper. And choosing yourself might be the boldest scandal of all. - ⚠ WARNING ⚠ This story contains G!P elements, dark themes, possessive dynamics, and very mature content intended for adult readers. Characters will make morally grey decisions. If this genre is not for you, please feel free to scroll. Kindness is appreciated. No character bashing.

In the heart of Tokyo's elite nightlife exists a place whispered only among the rich and powerful, the Kurotsuki (Black Moon). A private club where money opens doors, but never guarantees access. At the center of it all is Ling "Utsukushii" Kwong, the highest-paid hostess in Japan. Beautiful, elegant, and untouchable, Ling is known not just for her looks, but for her strict rules. She chooses her own clients. She never crosses her boundaries. Many try to buy more than her time, but only a few are even allowed near her world. Until the night Orm Kornnaphat walks into Kurotsuki. CEO of the billion-dollar Korin Group, ruler of skyscrapers, hotels, and massive land empires, Orm dominates elite society with a calm gaze and a reputation for getting whatever she wants. She isn't there for gossip, status, or shallow company. She is there for one reason: to blow off some steam. Instead, she walked away with a lie. Purely fanfic. *G!P - If it's not your cup of tea, please feel free to skip it.

Power bottom pregnant Earn + Service top G!P Lada = explicit porn. EVERY. CHAPTER.

G!P Orm, a sassy, sarcastic office worker in Bangkok, survives a freak streetlamp accident only to wake from a three-month coma to find her life-and job-gone. But her solitude is short-lived: Lingling Sirilak Kwong, a brilliant, emotionally detached VP trapped between life and death, appears in her apartment as a glowing, half-transparent ghost. Bound to Orm by forces beyond explanation, Ling needs her help to uncover who orchestrated the accident that put her in a coma. Thrown together by fate, the two navigate a world frozen in time, office politics, and unexpected attraction-forcing Orm to balance terror, humor, and undeniable desire, while Ling challenges her to confront a life she thought she understood. In a city where the living and dead collide, can two very different women survive... and maybe even fall for each other? "All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."

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