"Shasha would never be important. She was just a 'distraction' and a collector of 'scraps.'" Shasha is an architect of silence. In a city of neon and glass, she has built a fortress around a heart she's convinced is hollow, living as a ghost among masterpieces. She's fine with being a "distraction"-until she hears the music. It's a frequency no one else can catch: the crystalline, shattering melody of Gorya's grief. While the world sees Gorya's poise and precision, Shasha hears the vibration of her breaking heart. It is a song of rain-slicked pavement and jagged secrets. But as their shared rhythm deepens, the "good senior" reveals a cruel hand, turning their sanctuary into a stage for a funeral dirge. When your deepest insecurities are weaponized against you, do you let the music fall silent? Or do you realize that the music isn't a hallucination-it's a tether? A story of high-fashion cruelty, the beauty of scraps, and the dangerous pleasure of finding someone who hears your soul's loudest scream.

"As I have said before, and I am going to say it again: you are not my type. I am not interested in you," Gorya declared, her voice clear, resolute, and aimed like a professional weapon. "Those few nights of passion meant nothing; it was just sex for both of us. And it's not like it will ever mean anything to you. So it's better that you stop, and let's keep our distance." "As you say, Gorya." or, where Shasha makes her choices, and somehow everyone finds themselves in a reality they blissfully chose to ignore.

Orm had a one-night stand, only to discover later that the woman was the CEO of the top company she had worked so hard to climb her way into. A/N: This is my original work. It's first written and published on AO3, so you can enjoy reading it completed here on wattpad already. Thanks so much for loving all my other stories. Enjoy!

Lingling Kwong is a cold, composed CEO, intimidating and always in control. To her, success is everything. Love is a distraction. Emotions are a weakness she can't afford. Then Orm enters her life. "..... I think you two have chemistry." Lingling's gaze flicked up, flat and unreadable. "You are impossible," she said, returning her attention to the documents. "I'm not interested in anything like that." She added. "Not interested in men, you mean." "Get back to work, P'Taew." "You into men?" P'Taew pressed, now seated across from her boss, not listening to her. Lingling give her secretary a look. "No," she said at last. At just 23, Orm is both strong and quietly fragile. A chance encounter shifts everything. Her warmth lingers, unsettling Lingling in ways she can't explain. In the spaces between glances and silences, between duty and desire, something real begins to bloom. Orm tilted her head slightly. "Are you...?" Don't tell me she's the CEO-Please... "Lingling Kwong," the woman replied without hesitation. Fuck.

G!P (Ling) In the golden fields of rural Thailand, where sweat meets soil and the sun never sleeps, Lingling Kwong is queen. Strong, sharp-witted, and stunning, she's a farmer not by choice but by legacy-having taken over her grandfather's land under the wing of the powerful Sethratanapong empire. Despite never setting foot in college, Ling has turned her piece of earth into a thriving agricultural asset that even Mr. Naphom Sethratanapong himself praises. But when Mr. Naphom's spoiled, fiery daughter, Orm Sethratanapong, threatens to throw her inheritance away with her bratty indifference to hard work, the old tycoon sets his final card on the table: send her to the farm, strip her of luxury, and place her under Ling's iron rule. No special treatment. No easy exits. If she wants the empire, she'll have to earn it-starting with dirt under her nails. What begins as a war of words, clashing wills, and undeniable tension will slowly evolve into something neither of them saw coming-something rooted, growing, inevitable. Amidst hay bales and monsoon rains, two very different women will discover that love, like the land, takes time to cultivate... and once it blooms, it's impossible to contain.

G!P (Ling) At the alumni homecoming, everyone expected Ling Kwong-the rich, dominant beauty once worshiped on campus-to arrive with someone dazzling. No one expected her to arrive married... to Orm Kornnaphat, the clumsy, bullied girl everyone mocked. But Orm isn't the same girl anymore. She's powerful, dangerous, and her obsession with Ling has turned into something darker than love. Behind the perfect marriage lies a plan years in the making: passion, revenge, and a hunger that won't stop until the past is buried-and the guilty are too. How far will obsession go when it wears a ring?

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.

"My deal still stands, nobody can hear about us." Love grunts, pointing at both me and her as I feel my shoulders deflate. "We are never going to have an 'us' so this is the best you are going to get, Milk." - WARNING -This story is 18+ -This also contains G!P Milk This story is not mine, I changed the characters, to Love and Milk's character. All rights and credits to the original author iOnlyWatchTheStars on fanfiction.net. The work is purely fictional.

This book consists of Camren: Smut(G!P & GXG), Fluff, Angst, and whatever else I decide to put All stories are my own so please give credits if you are planning to use or convert them.

Alison's sister disappeared filming a reality show, so she goes undercover as a contestant, discovering that in some cases reality tv is all too real. ***** Alison's sister disappeared while shooting a Survivor-style reality series, so when the show gets a reboot, Alison gets herself cast as a contestant. Arriving on the island, none of the organizers seem to be giving her straight answers. Forced to manipulate the situation to stay on the show, she starts an uneasy alliance with the handsome and physically capable Travis. They even act like they're falling in love, hoping their romantic appeal will keep them on the show. But as more challenges take place, and contestants go from being injured to dying in front of the camera, Alison and Travis realize that something is wrong. They have to win this game, or they won't make it off the island alive. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]