Sonya just moved from England to Thailand. Start studying at a new school, try to make new friends.. she will have a confrontation with the most popular girl in school, Lookmhee. Lookmhee to a twin sister named Wan, who will impress Sonya. Main characters: Sonya, Lookman & Wan Secondary characters: Lilly, Belle & Heng

They met by accident. They fought by choice. They fell without permission. Sonya doesn't know why she can't stop watching Lookmhee. Lookmhee doesn't know why she keeps showing up everywhere Sonya goes. For a year, they've told themselves it's hatred. The staring. The fighting. The way their bodies seem to find each other in crowded rooms. But hatred doesn't explain the heat under the table. It doesn't explain why neither of them can walk away. They think they hate each other. They're about to find out how wrong they are. Collision Course: The Art of Losing Control is a story about misunderstandings, forced proximity, and two people losing the fight against what they really want.

Lookmhee is married to a man who mistreats her. Sonya becomes her new neighbor.... WARNING: This story contains very explicit and violent content. I'm republishing my old freenbecky stories in LMSY format, I hope you enjoy them.

Stuck on me like a tattoo...

Sonya carries the comedy, Lookmhee just spirals...

Lookmhee knows- she always does, know, that the person on the other end of the call never truly saw her. Not even once. Or she actually does? Maybe when She's not with the boy she's packed with, 24/7. Even so, she stayed. Listen. And support- To everything Sonya said. Everything she confessed. Everything she talks about, about the boy she's with at the moment, every night on the call. Lookmhee thought she was just being a good friend, supporting her friend's relationship with the boy she love. Even when her current relationship with Sonya was extremely messy- 'What are we?', Lookmhee always thought to herself. ⚠️⚠️ This story is not real.

In a world where dragons choose their riders, and the sky belongs only to the strong, Sonya Sinclair has always been underestimated. Fragile, stubborn, and sharp-minded, she steps into Aethrion Academy-an elite school where only the fearless survive. But the girl she is supposed to fear most is also her greatest enemy. Lookmhee Anderson, the academy's group leader, is cold, feared, and untouchable-haunted by a family tragedy Sonya's own blood caused. When dragons stir, powers awaken, and old rivalries clash, two unlikely souls are bound together by forces they cannot control. Between sarcasm, danger, and the unspoken pull of their dragons, survival will demand more than skill-it will demand trust, and perhaps... something even more forbidden. Enemies. Rivals. Destined.

Lookmhee never meant to fall for someone like Sonya. But loving Sonya isn't soft. It isn't safe. It's a slow descent into secrets, danger, and a darkness that stains everything it touches. Because Sonya isn't just broken. She's the kind of person who breaks others too. And the closer Lookmhee gets, the more she realizes- Some monsters don't hide in the shadows. They let you love them first. LMSY FANFICTION BTW🥰☺️😋

Lookmhee Punyapat and Sonya Saranphat have never liked each other. Not quietly. Not secretly. It's obvious in the way they speak, the way they look at each other, the way neither of them bothers to pretend. And they've had years to get used to it. Until a multi-billion development project tied to both their families collapses overnight. Money disappears. Questions start. And the one person who might have had answers dies before anyone can hear them. No one knows what really happened. But everyone knows one thing- If the truth comes out, it won't just ruin a deal. It will destroy both families. So the solution is simple. Marry them. Tie their names together. Shut down speculation. Control the narrative before it spirals. Now Lookmhee and Sonya are forced into the same space, the same life, the same lie- smiling for cameras, attending events, convincing the public that this was always meant to happen. But behind closed doors? Nothing has changed. They still don't trust each other. They still blame each other. Except now, distance isn't an option. And the more time they spend pretending to be close, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension that doesn't belong to hatred alone- something sharper, something unfamiliar, something neither of them is willing to name. Because whatever this is becoming... it was never part of the arrangement.