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.

Tawan gets exactly what she wanted-a lover with no past, no demands, and no limits who fulfills her darkest fantasies without consequences-but perfection always comes with a price. G!P Tawan.

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

Lingorm omegaverse, Ling is gp, if not your vibe carry on. Trying to draw this one out a bit lol before getting to the smut. Hope you enjoy.

Kornnaphat "Orm" Sethratanapong an actress on vacation-taking a rare break from flashes and cameras, from gossip, controversies, endless scripts, and carefully staged smiles. For the first time in a long while, she wanted silence. Anonymity. Space to breathe away from the entertainment world that never stopped demanding more. She didn't expect to meet anyone. Ling Ling Kwong was a hotel staff member-someone who lived comfortably outside the spotlight. She was used to routine, to quiet hallways and early mornings, to staying unseen. Fame, noise, and attention were things she avoided, not chased. They didn't meet on purpose. They met because fate has a way of finding people who aren't looking. As days passed, something unfamiliar began to grow between them-slow, unannounced, impossible to ignore. But when the world is loud and the spotlight unforgiving... what happens when the quietest heart starts making the most noise? Author's Note This is my first story ever, so please bear with me. I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes or inconsistencies. I'm very open to constructive criticism and suggestions-I want to learn and improve. I wrote this simply because I love LingOrm, and I wanted to bring my imagination to life. Thank you so much for reading and giving this story a chance. 💙 - GP LingLing

Autumn Sirilak "Lingling" Kwong is quiet, brilliant, and breathtakingly beautiful-a girl who grows life from the soil and keeps her heart close. Kornnaphat Isabella "Orm" Sethratanapong is chaos in heels: spoiled, snobby, and used to getting everything she wants. When a scandal lands Orm on her family's sprawling farmland, she meets Lingling-the girl she can't stand, yet can't ignore. Days of banter, mud, and stubborn clashes turn into something neither expected... Can a girl of the soil and a girl of luxury survive the clash of their worlds? Or will the earth itself swallow their hearts before love has a chance to bloom? ------LINGORM FANFIC #HARVESTING HEARTS

Part 2 explores Lada & Earn married life. Still hot. Still emotional. Explicit sexual content (every chapter). G!P Lada.