Dr. Ginny Natnicha only wanted to solve the most gruesome murder case of her career. She never expected her path to cross with Jayna Stevens - a powerful, enigmatic woman who hides a dangerous, primal secret beneath her sleek exterior. As the body count rises and the lines between human logic and animal instinct begin to blur, they must make a choice: learn to trust each other, or become the killer's next victims.

Nicky finally got his mama. After everything he went through, Nicky finally has the family he always wanted-Ginny, Jayna, and a home filled with love, laughter, and far too much chaos. So naturally, Nicky has one more request. He wants a sister. And he isn't asking just once. He asks at breakfast. He asks in the car. He asks before bedtime. He asks Grandma. He asks Jayna. He asks Ginny. And Ginny's answer is always the same. "No." Jayna tries to help her wife stand firm. Sometimes. But saying no to Nicky isn't nearly as easy as she thought it would be. While Nicky patiently-or not so patiently-waits for his future sister to arrive, Ginny and Jayna are forced to ask themselves a question they haven't really considered yet: Are they ready to become a family of four? Then, one ordinary day at Siriraj Hospital, they meet a tiny baby girl whose life began with a heartbreaking story. A mother who loved her daughter but believed she couldn't give her the life she deserved. A little note left behind. A baby waiting for someone to choose her. And suddenly, Nicky's innocent question doesn't feel quite so innocent anymore. Because sometimes, the family you dream about doesn't arrive the way you imagined. Sometimes, love finds you when you aren't looking for it. And sometimes... the little sister you've been asking for is already waiting.

They say everyone in this city has a price, but for Elia (Jayna), the price had already been paid in blood and cold marble. To the world, Giselle Kensington (Ginny) was the "Queen of the Warehouse District"-a woman of ice and iron who ruled an empire with a flick of her wrist. To Elia, she was a beautiful, terrifying gravity. A woman who didn't just want a bodyguard; she wanted a soul to keep in a gilded cage. Elia was the "Perfect Shadow." Born in the gutters, forged in poverty, and sharpened into a weapon of silent efficiency. She lived by a code of steel and discipline, a code that had kept her alive when she had nothing. But discipline is a fragile thing when it meets a woman like Giselle, who views "No" as a challenge and "Mine" as a law. But shadows are cast by more than one light. Hidden in the city's underground was Francine, the "Ghost of the Gutters." A girl from Elia's past who carried a different kind of fire-a silent, aching love disguised as sisterhood. While Giselle wanted to own Elia's future, Francine held the keys to the girl Elia used to be before the suits, the guns, and the Kensington name. One woman offered a throne; the other offered a home. In a world of spiked drinks, predatory business deals, and hidden portraits, the line between protection and possession was about to blur. Elia thought she could survive by staying in the dark, but as the clock ticked toward midnight, she was about to realize that when two suns rise at once, the shadow is the first thing to burn. The debt was called. The Queen was waiting. And the past was no longer content to stay hidden. "You are mine, Elia. Every breath you take... you belong to me." The war for the Shadow had begun.

One fine sunny day, a former rescue diver saw a figure mindlessly walking towards the rolling sea waves. Forgetting her own trauma, she ran over and jumped in barefoot without a hint of hesitation. The first thing she did after performing CPR was to shout at her. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" she snapped, her voice rising. "DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THIS SEA IS?!" She observed the girl's stunned face, who looked rather familiar. Her brain worked nonstop, as if it might run out of fuel. Oh... right... This girl was an Olympic gold medalist swimmer. What could've happened?

On the eve of her best friend's wedding-the girl she's been in love with for over five years-Ginny decides it's finally time to let go of her feelings by writing a letter and confessing her love. The plan was simple: write it, get everything off her chest, and never send it. But... what if Jayna ended up reading the letter? This is just a translation; the original fanfic is in Portuguese by the author @AylaMotus

Ginny is counting ceiling tiles. Forty-seven so far. It's meditative, like counting respirations, except instead of saving a life she's preventing herself from fleeing into the night. "Stop counting things," Laura says, without looking up from her menu. "I'm not-" Jayna's on break. She's supposed to be drinking water, checking her setlist, doing anything except walking toward the back booth where the woman in the stained white coat is currently trying to hide behind Paul. Too late. Jayna's committed. She's walking with what she hopes is casual confidence and suspects is actually the gait of someone who hasn't eaten since lunch. The woman sees her coming. Goes pale. Then pink. Then pale again-interesting, Jayna thinks, actual autonomic dysregulation-and stands up so fast she nearly overturns the table. THIS IS FAN-FICTION ---- READ AND ENJOY. Characters belong to themselves, the story however, is my delulu getting the better out of me.

Landing her dream job as the youngest Formula 1 team principal should have been the happiest day of Jayna Stevens' life. Instead, it becomes her greatest challenge. Just hours after her appointment is announced, Jayna learns that the team's newest driver is none other than Ginny Natnicha, the former world champion, her childhood friend, and the woman she never truly got over. Now they're expected to rebuild the weakest team on the grid while pretending their shared history never happened. With cameras capturing their every move and old feelings refusing to stay buried, Jayna and Ginny must decide whether they're racing toward redemption... or risking another heartbreak.

A LenaMiu Fanfiction. Season 2 of Hate Her, Kiss Her. Campus' favorite chaotic power couple is finally official - but real life hits harder than any rivalry. As graduation looms, Lena drowns in law internships and burnout while Miu chases fencing dreams that might pull her across the world. Between viral moments, jealous explosions, exhausted nights, and meddling friends, Lena and Miu discover that staying in love is the hardest and most beautiful fight they've ever had. Genre: Sapphic College Romcom • Drama • Healing Romance • Slice of Life • Sports • Law Academia • Emotional Comedy

a ginjay one-shot / multi-shot AU collection 🤍

Miu Natasha-Director of Sales & Marketing and Lena Schuett-VP of Finance have spent months arguing over budgets, policies, and which department actually keeps the company running. Initally, no one would've been surprised if they ended up murdering each other. Instead, they started dating. Unfortunately, nothing else changed. Meetings are still battlefields. Finance still says no. Marketing still spends too much. Their coworkers have long since given up pretending not to eavesdrop, treating every argument as the latest episode of their favorite office drama. But beneath the sarcasm, dates disguised as lunch meetings, and relentless office gossip lies a relationship tested by impossible choices, blurred boundaries, and the consequences of love that tried too hard to protect. Now Lena must confront the cost of crossing lines she believed were justified, while Miu struggles to decide whether trust can ever be rebuilt when the meaning of their happiest memories has been irrevocably changed. Because falling in love was never their greatest challenge. Learning whether love can survive the truth is.