It was a beautiful day. A normal day for everyone. People woke up in the morning, prepared for work, and hurried through their usual routines. Students made their way to school, while employees rushed through the busy streets of the city. Cars filled the roads. Conversations echoed through crowded sidewalks. Life continued as it always had. It was an ordinary day. At least, that's what everyone thought. In the heart of the city stood a towering building-a research facility where some of the world's brightest scientists worked tirelessly on an experiment. A cure. A medicine designed to treat a deadly disease that had claimed countless lives. It was the kind of breakthrough humanity had been waiting for. A miracle. But what happens when the cure everyone has been praying for becomes the very thing that brings humanity to its knees? What happens when the dead no longer stay dead? And when the living begin to turn into something far more terrifying than death itself? How can humanity survive when humans become the living dead? How can the world return to the life it once knew? And when everything familiar collapses- Who will survive the apocalypse? Because sometimes, the greatest threat to humanity isn't what comes from beyond... It's what humanity creates itself.

Azria Jay's life had been, by all accounts, perfect. A bright college student with a promising future, she navigated her days with the easy confidence of someone whose path was clear and self-chosen. That clarity shattered the day her grandfatherbtold her she would be married. Not in some distant, hypothetical future, but now. To a person she had never met. A she did not love. Amelia Ginn was a respected professor, her intelligence was as renowned as her beauty, which was sharp and elegant, like a perfectly cut diamond. Can love blossom when hatred reigns at the start? But what began as hatred was never truly hatred; it was the pain of powerlessness, the fear of the unknown, a wall built high for protection. As the wall crumbled, stone by stone through shared silence, unexpected kindness, and unveiled vulnerability, they found not an empty plot, but a foundation. A foundation laid by a wise old man who understood that sometimes, the deepest connections are not found in easy affection, but forged in the difficult, shared journey from antipathy to understanding. From that foundation, something new and entirely their own could slowly, carefully, begin to grow.

Jay-mee Steven thinks she can rule North Star University with the same brutal bullying tactics she used in high school. Half-American, ultra-wealthy, and acting like a spoiled brat, Jay-mee uses fear to hide her deep pain over her father's death and her mother's constant emotional neglect. The basketball court is her only comfort, and absolutely no one touches her No. 8 jersey. Until Duerre Viya Natnicha arrives. A disciplined, straight-A scholarship athlete from the province, Duerre is a free spirit who grew up without a father. She despises bullies but knows exactly how to handle them. Seeking absolute independence, Duerre enters the university determined to build her own career fairly. The rivalry explodes when Duerre joins the team and demands the exact same No. 8 jersey. Since team rules forbid sharing a number, a fierce battle begins on and off the court.

People used to call it puppy love. Ginny and Jayna were sixteen when they first fell for each other-softly, quietly, and without knowing what it would cost them. They said it out loud once. Then life pulled them apart anyway. Years later, they meet again. Older. Changed. Pretending they've moved on. But some feelings never learned how to leave.

She's got a way of making everything hers, including Mikhaelle J. Lim. "Mikhaelle Lim is mine, and no one; no one, gets to cross the line I've drawn around her. " - Mireaiah (🐶) "I'll take her from you, Aiah. You'll see." - Marceline (🐼) "I don't lose, especially not to anyone like her." - Cian (🐺)

Alternative Story: "After the Last Goodbye" A love that ended, but a connection that refused to die. After whispering their final I love yous, after one last night where their bodies clung as if love alone could rewrite destiny, they said goodbye. No fights. No anger. Just two people who loved too deeply, but not deeply enough to conquer the cruel timing life had given them. And with hearts that felt carved out of their chests, they walked away-separate paths, separate futures, carrying the echo of a love they were forced to abandon. Yet destiny isn't done with them. Just writing just for fun. #nocopyrightinfringementintended

At Chulalongkorn University, cheerleader Ginny Natnicha seems to have the perfect life - a longtime boyfriend, a bright reputation, and a future everyone expects her to follow. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Jayna Stevens, the quiet, disciplined star of the women's varsity basketball team. Jayna has secretly been in love with Ginny from the start, hiding her feelings behind soft smiles and late-night practices. Ginny, already taken, can't understand why she keeps getting drawn to Jayna - why her presence feels calming, exciting, and dangerously different. As their paths overlap under the campus lights, unexpected feelings grow. Ginny begins questioning the life she's built, while Jayna struggles between protecting her heart and confessing the truth. A slow-burn GL romance about unexpected connections, emotional awakening, and finding the courage to follow the heart. I am just writing for fun. All characters and events in this story are fictional. Names may be inspired by real people, but the story is entirely imaginary. This work is not intended to violate any copyrights.

Synopsis: Jayna, the daughter of the President of Thailand, has spent her whole life in the public eye-pampered, protected, and constantly under watch. Craving freedom and a taste of "normal" life, she enrolls at a local university, determined to blend in with regular students. What she doesn't know is that the President has assigned a secret protector to shadow her every move: Ginny, a highly skilled bodyguard posing as just another student. Ginny's mission is simple-keep Jayna safe at all costs... without revealing her true identity. As they navigate lectures, campus events, and clandestine dangers, Ginny stays close, blending professionalism with subtle, quiet care. Jayna, intrigued by Ginny's calm, mysterious presence, finds herself drawn to the girl she knows so little about. Between secret rescues, accidental touches, and stolen glances, the lines between duty and desire begin to blur. But can Ginny protect Jayna without risking her heart? And can Jayna ever trust someone she doesn't even know is guarding her? A slow-burn romance unfolds amidst secrets, danger, and the excitement of life lived in the shadows of power-proving that love can blossom even in the most guarded of hearts. p.s Ginjay version of First Daughter Movie. I am just writing just for fun. All characters and events in this story are fictional. Names may be inspired by real people, but the story is entirely imaginary. This work is not intended to violate any copyrights.

Ginny Natnicha believed love meant holding on, even when it hurt. When her long time lover Shelly Phetsai Chanrueng admits that her heart belongs to another woman, Ginny chooses to let go rather than beg for something that is no longer hers. In the aftermath of heartbreak, Ginny unexpectedly finds comfort in Jayna Angelina Stevens, Shelly's quiet best friend, a woman who has loved Ginny since childhood from afar. What begins as shared silence and gentle care turns into something deeper, though both women are afraid to name it. Jayna knows she is only a rebound, and loving Ginny like this slowly breaks her. Choosing love over possession, Jayna walks away, leaving for America with nothing but a letter and unspoken hope. Five years later, fate brings them back together. Ginny, now certain of her heart, searches for the woman she once took for granted. Jayna returns softer, guarded, and healing, unsure if she can trust love again. Through patience, effort, and quiet devotion, Ginny learns that real love is not about holding tight, but about earning the right to stay. This is a story about letting go, waiting, healing, and choosing each other again.

Jayna who is a florist met Ginny for the first time and felt in love but rather wait for it as she sets boundaries knowing Ginny is a married person. She knows Ginny is the victim of marriage abuse. One day, something happened, Ginny's husband is dead and Ginny came running to Jayna with blood on her hands. What happened? Who is Jayna at the same time hiding behind becoming a florist. How about their love? Let's go into their story and enjoy the writing :)