Is it better to ruin the friendship by confessing... or ruin it by staying silent?

Buying her first house should've been Sonya's proudest moment. Instead, it came with a basement. A coffin. And a violently grumpy vampire who wakes up the moment she screams. Lookmhee Wang is ancient, feral, and deeply offended by modern life, but most of all, she's obsessed with one thing: Sonya's blood. Now trapped in a deeply questionable living arrangement, Sonya is forced to: buy blood bags, set feeding schedules, and repeatedly remind a centuries-old predator that murder is not an acceptable house rule. It would almost be manageable, if Lookmhee didn't keep looking at her like prey. Or worse... like something she refuses to lose. Because somewhere between threats, late-night feedings, and arguments over basic human decency, the line between hunger and something far more dangerous begins to blur. And Sonya is starting to realize: Being wanted by a vampire might be the most terrifying thing of all.

They will call her a monster. They will count the bodies, the blood, the lives she ruined, and decide that evil must have always lived inside her. They will never ask who taught her that love could only survive through violence. Or who convinced a child that mercy was a weakness no one could afford. Disclaimer: This story contains a messy plot, explicit violence, mature themes, and mentions of sexual assault. Reader discretion is advice.

By day, Sonya is nothing more than the quiet secretary to CEO Lookmhee-an efficient shadow behind the desk, obedient and forgettable. But when night falls, she becomes Saran, the club's most elusive and untouchable dancer. Masked and mysterious, she rules the stage yet never allows anyone close, her double life hidden behind layers of silk and secrecy. Until Lookmhee steps into her world. Known publicly as a ruthless business magnate, Lookmhee's power runs deeper than money. Whispers say she is more than she seems-someone no one dares to deny. When she demands a private session with Saran, even the club's manager bows in silence. Saran's rule of distance shatters in an instant. Each night, Lookmhee strips away Saran's defenses with a dangerous intimacy that leaves her trembling. Desire coils tighter with every encounter, secrets bleed into one another, and the mask becomes harder to keep on. Disclaimer: This story delves into duality, power play, manipulation, violence, and mature themes.

What a gentle way to go insane - to call it love. DISCLAIMER: Contains psychological manipulation, gaslighting, explicit violence, killing, and mature scenes. Reader discretion is advised!

Sonya Velez, glittering heiress of a powerful empire, lives surrounded by luxury and targets on her back. When a silent, disciplined bodyguard named Lookmhee Laurent is assigned to protect her, Sonya treats it like a game, teasing the woman who never seems to break. But Lookmhee didn't come to guard her. She came for revenge. Driven by a past soaked in loss, Lookmhee plans to use Sonya's trust as the final step toward revenge. Yet every attempt on Sonya's life from outside forces twists the knife deeper. Lookmhee protects her again and again, unable to let anyone else take what she believes should be her vengeance. In a world of glass towers, hidden agendas, and hearts learning the shape of danger, two women are pulled into a love that should destroy them, yet keeps saving them instead.

They had once shared a love that felt effortless, a warmth that made the world fade away. Ten years of marriage should have been a sanctuary, but life and ambition quietly crept in between them. Lookmhee was chasing her name, her dreams, while Sonya carried the weight of unspoken hurt, holding her heart together in silence. When love begins to fade, it is not always loud. It hides in missed glances, in words left unsaid, in the spaces where comfort once lived. Yet even in the quiet, a spark can remain, stubborn and alive, waiting for the moment to ignite again. Treacherous is a story of love tested by ambition, by distance, and by the invisible betrayals that can unravel even the strongest bond. It is about discovering the courage to face the pain, to forgive, and to remember why two hearts once chose each other.

When Sonya Pedersen loses her job, the last thing she expects is to land in the company owned by the woman she swore never to see again-her ex, Lookmhee Sathaporn. Their breakup was messy, toxic, and unforgettable, leaving Sonya determined to keep her distance. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Lookmhee is not only her boss but also her relentless admirer, shamelessly flirting at every chance she gets. Sonya fires back with sarcasm and attitude, determined to draw the line. Yet the more she resists, the more Lookmhee pushes, blurring the line between professionalism and unfinished business. As past wounds resurface and sparks fly in ways neither can ignore, Sonya must decide: is Lookmhee still the obsession she once escaped from-or has she finally learned how to love? Can love grow back stronger after being broken, or is it just another trap waiting to close?

Years ago, Lookmhee confessed to her best friend beneath the sound of summer rain and lost her. Now, years later, Sonya returns. Not as the bright, untouchable girl she once was, but as a woman trying to remember how to breathe again. Lookmhee is still there, running her flower shop, still smiling like she's never been hurt, still loving softly, without asking for anything in return. Between withered stems and new petals, between silence and laughter, something begins to grow again. The kind that stays, forgives, heals, and waits. Because sometimes, love doesn't have to bloom all at once. Sometimes, it just needs time.

When Sonya Duskbourne is bound by duty to marry into the mysterious Ashthorne family, she enters a world of shadowed halls, locked doors, and a wife she cannot read. Her bride, Lookmhee Ashthorne, rules the decaying mansion with a quiet, unsettling intensity. The townsfolk whisper about curses, vanished brides, and secrets that cling to the Ashthorne name like ivy on stone. What begins as a union of families soon becomes a battle of wills-one marked by obsession, desire, and a dangerous intimacy that Sonya never expected. In the heart of Ashthorne Hall, where every vow feels like a chain, Sonya must face the truth: some cages are built not of iron, but of love. A gothic sapphic of forbidden marriage, haunting passion, and the perilous line between devotion and possession. Disclaimer: Set in ancient times, this story delves into gothic atmospheres, deep angst, and emotional trauma.