Seven years ago, they met by accident- in a quiet room, between borrowed notes and words left unsaid. They never crossed the line. Life moved on. What "could have been" was folded into memory. But some connections don't fade. They wait. Seven years later, fate pulls them back into the same orbit. The pull is instant. Familiar. Dangerous. A reminder of a magic that once scared them both. So they hesitate. Is it too soon- a feeling reborn from unfinished longing? Or too late- arriving after time has already taught them regret? Because a second meeting isn't a promise. It's a question. Will they finally choose each other- or let the universe win again?

One surgeon. One attorney. One fatal glitch. Dr. Nathalia Sevilla was the "Ice Surgeon"-flawless, untouchable, and clinical to a fault. Until Case No. 4B. When a routine mitral valve replacement ends in a high-profile death, the digital telemetry points to one thing: Nathalia's fatal arrogance. With the hospital board calling for her head and the press branding her a murderer, the "Golden Child" of the Sevilla empire is officially a liability. Enter Atty. Luciana Clementle, the most feared legal shark in the city. Luciana doesn't do "empathy," and she certainly doesn't do "malpractice." She moves billions in boardrooms and crushes opponents in court without ever smudging her lipstick. But when Sebastian Sevilla gives her a case she can't refuse, Luciana finds herself bound to a client who is just as stubborn, brilliant, and insufferable as she is. In the courtroom, it's malpractice. In the shadows, it's a ghost in the machine. But between them? It's a sinus rhythm they never saw coming.

They had a single rule: No labels. ​During college, Lorena "Lena" Schuett was the golden girl of Multimedia Arts, popular, effortless, and always watched. Miu Natsha was the quiet power in the Business department-selective, sharp, and only noticed by the "right people." Behind closed doors, they were each other's best-kept secret. In the light of day, they were nothing at all. ​It was supposed to stay casual until the final walk across the graduation stage. But pride is a fragile thing, and when Lena dismissed their entire history as just "she's good in bed" to save face in front of her friends, she didn't realize Miu was listening. ​Miu didn't ask for an explanation. She didn't stay for a goodbye. She simply vanished into the sprawl of Bangkok, leaving Lena with an empty room and the sudden, crushing weight of everything she never said. ​Two years later, they aren't students anymore. Lena is looking for a second chance in a city that doesn't give them, and Miu is a woman who has learned that some bridges are better left burnt. ​They used to know how the other breathed in the dark. Now, they're about to find out how much it hurts to be enemies.

A LenaMiu Fanfiction. (Harkness Series Book 1) They were raised as sisters. They loved as lovers. Until blood tried to tear them apart... and a deadlier lie tried to keep them separated forever. Genre: Sapphic Romance / Erotic Drama / Medical Family Thriller / Dark Rom-Com

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.

A MiuLena Fanfiction. Oh yes, MiuLena. 😁 Miu Megan is a feared villain with dramatic speeches, dangerous plans, and absolutely no patience for idiots. Unfortunately, her greatest enemy is not the government... It's the hero who won't stop flirting with her. Lena Lalina was supposed to defeat the villain. Instead, she applauds her monologues, willingly gets kidnapped, and keeps showing up like it's a date. GENRE: Sapphic Romance • Romantic Comedy • Action / Superhero • Enemies-to-Lovers • Drama (Light Angst, Trauma Healing)

⚠️ DISCLAIMER - MATURE CONTENT The Melting Point is intended for readers aged 18 and older. This story contains explicit sexual content, mature themes, and intimate scenes between adult characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. By reading beyond this point, you confirm that you are of legal age in your jurisdiction to access adult content. Synopsis: Rinrada is very good at her job, her routine, and not wanting things she can't put into a spreadsheet. Then a gelato shop opens across the street. She doesn't mean to go in. She definitely doesn't mean to go back. And she absolutely, under no circumstances, means to let a woman who keeps a wooden spoon in her hair and flour on her face become the most complicated variable in a life she's spent years making simple. Bangkok is loud and hot and relentless, and so - it turns out - is the particular problem of Pim. Rin has spent years perfecting the art of taking up less space. Bangkok, as it turns out, has other plans - and so does the woman behind the counter at a tiny gelato shop across the street. Something is shifting in the space between their careful conversations and stolen glances, in the hours that stretch longer than they should, in the way a single taste of something unexpected can ruin you for everything ordinary. She's not sure when it stopped being about the gelato.

She's still there, but every day; a little less. in the quiet spaces between her words, Lena is slipping through Miu's fingers, one memory at a time. Twenty years of history. One night of impact. A love that refuses to be forgotten.

The world knows Lena Schuett in high definition. They see her in the flicker of a cinema screen, on the towering billboards overlooking the chaotic sprawl of Sukhumvit, and in the perfectly timed "candid" Instagram stories alongside Mario Maurer. To the millions of fans screaming her name at fan-meets, she is a goddess made of light and practiced smiles. She is the "Mask"-flawless, untouchable, and perpetually in love with a man the script told her to adore. But the world doesn't see the drive home. They don't see the way the "Superstar" collapses into the backseat of a tinted SUV, peeling off the designer armor and the heavy lashes until her eyes are raw. They don't see the silent hallways of a Thonglor penthouse where the cameras aren't allowed to follow. And they certainly don't see Miu Natsha. As a socialite, model, and actress herself, Miu is used to the flashing bulbs. But in their shared home, she isn't a public figure. She is the "Anchor." She is the one who waits in the quiet, holding a space for a woman who has given 16 hours of her soul to a production that doesn't even know Miu exists. They fell in love during a campaign of silence. They married in a secret that felt like a sanctuary. But now, with the "Mario craze" reaching a fever pitch and a schedule that stretches them until they snap, the sanctuary is starting to feel like a cage. Because when the director yells "Wrap," and the fans go home, and the lights finally dim... Miu is the only one left to pick up the pieces. But as the storm rolls in, Miu begins to wonder: when the world is done taking everything it wants from Lena Schuett... is there anything left for the woman who loves her?

Miu was used to getting everything she wanted. All she needed to do was smile and show some interest. After four years of managing her conglomerate family's subsidiary businesses in London, Miu returned to Bangkok rich and spoiled as ever with newfound playgirl habits that seemed to reflect just her type: the college senior drum major she fell in love with at first sight. Lena, actress of ten years, was used to attention and the intricate game of navigating people's hidden intentions. Fresh from a messy breakup, Lena swore love off entirely. Unfortunately, she just can't seem to shake off her weakness for her cute college cheerleader junior now a grown, beautiful woman who loves a good chase. or A rich heiress x actress AU where Miu left, but her unrequited feelings for Lena have stayed the same no matter where she went and who she did in her attempts to move on.