Autumn Sirilak "Lingling" Kwong is quiet, brilliant, and breathtakingly beautiful-a girl who grows life from the soil and keeps her heart close. Kornnaphat Isabella "Orm" Sethratanapong is chaos in heels: spoiled, snobby, and used to getting everything she wants. When a scandal lands Orm on her family's sprawling farmland, she meets Lingling-the girl she can't stand, yet can't ignore. Days of banter, mud, and stubborn clashes turn into something neither expected... Can a girl of the soil and a girl of luxury survive the clash of their worlds? Or will the earth itself swallow their hearts before love has a chance to bloom? ------LINGORM FANFIC #HARVESTING HEARTS

WARNING:* DARK ROMANCE* Four years ago, Dr. Fahlada Thanusak was left heartbroken and betrayed by the only woman she ever loved. Now a poised hospital director with a cold exterior, she's mastered the art of keeping emotions buried-until fate forces her to cross paths with Earn Sanithada, the rising star who shattered her heart. As unresolved feelings clash with buried pain, old wounds resurface. But was their breakup truly what it seemed, or is there more to their harrowing past than Fahlada ever knew?

When a multilingual playgirl with a smirk sharp enough to slice through egos is assigned to an international tour, the last thing she expects is to collide-literally-with a control-freak logistics officer who runs her world with spreadsheets and death stares. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong speaks nine languages and flirts in all of them. Lingling Sirilak Kwong speaks one: leave me alone. Now forced to share hotel rooms, tour duties, and every excruciating moment of group chaos across nine countries, these two polar opposites are one broken bed, one misinterpreted phrase, and one intense stare away from crossing every professional line. It's going to be a long tour. And no one's making it out emotionally unscathed. Author's Note : This is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended. This story is purely fictional from my own imagination. Any similarities between other stories are purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual events or locales is coincidental. Thank you 👍👍👍

Lingorm omegaverse, Ling is gp, if not your vibe carry on. Trying to draw this one out a bit lol before getting to the smut. Hope you enjoy.

Marriage didn't end the power games - it changed them. Part 2 explores married life. Still hot 🥵 Still explicit. Still emotional. (G!P Lada) This is Part 2 of the series - please read "Prove It First" before continuing for full context.

Four years ago, Lada broke Earn's heart to keep her family's approval. Now Earn returns-successful, untouchable, and done begging. If Lada wants her again, she'll have to prove it slowly and painfully, on Earn's terms. (G!P Lada; if that's not your thing, back out now.)

....... Lingling: (a small, sad smile, her voice quiet but cutting) "Perhaps the better question is this, sir-am I truly your daughter? After all these years, have I done anything to make you doubt that? Or is it you who never truly saw me as your child?" Father: (his voice rising with fury) "If you were truly my daughter, you would never defy me. You would follow my will without question, instead of chasing foolish dreams and ruining everything I've built!" ....... As the sole heir to her : would she summon the strength to defy her destiny, or remain a silent prisoner of duty, her true self forever eclipsed by expectation?

Orm Kornnaphat, 24, is a quiet, bookish student at one of Bangkok's most prestigious universities. Raised in the shadow of wealth and expectation as the only daughter of powerful tycoons Emily and Hector Kornnaphat, Orm has always preferred solitude to social scenes. Her only friend is P'Gina, an upperclassman who keeps her grounded and gently encourages her to open up. But Orm's world turns upside down when she gets stuck in an elevator with Lingling Kwong-a striking, half-Chinese, half-Thai celebrity broadcaster known for her elegance and magnetic aura. Linling is on campus for a high-profile interview with the university's administration, but for a fleeting moment, she's just a woman in a confined space with a girl who's never felt seen. In that quiet, breathless moment, something awakens in Orm. A spark. A need. Maybe even love. After that day, Orm can't stop thinking about her. Her curiosity grows into obsession. She watches every video, tracks every appearance, notes every detail. The more she learns, the more she wants-needs-to be close. But the deeper she digs, the more she uncovers something...off. Fragments of Lingling's past don't add up-details that don't match, stories that feel too perfect. A slip in an old interview. A face blurred out in a photo. Places she avoids. Names she won't say. Orm starts connecting dots no one else noticed. And what she finds isn't just shocking-it's a secret Linling has buried for years, a past she's run from, rewritten, and locked away. As Orm falls further under her spell, she's torn between the love she feels and the darkness she uncovers. What happens when the one you idolize turns out to be someone you shouldn't trust? And what happens when she realizes you know?

Orm's life is an endless string of disasters: tangled leashes, farting pugs, and one raging Chihuahua that latched onto her crotch like it found heaven. Now she's stuck dragging her shame (and bruised thighs) back to the one person who might save her: Lingling-the grumpiest, hottest, dangerously unamused vet in town. Lingling just wanted peace. Not blonde disasters in strawberry panties. Not "ointment emergencies" that require pants down in the exam room. Not filthy daydreams about her new favorite problem. But the more Orm trips, falls, and flashes... The more Lingling wants to pin her to the vet table and make her beg. Professional boundaries? Gone. Sanity? Gone. Control? Barely hanging on. This isn't a love story. It's a slow-motion, full-throttle, filthy lesbian train wreck. And they're both loving every second. Author's Note : This is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended. This story is purely fictional from my own imagination. Any similarities between other stories are purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual events or locales is coincidental. Thank you 👍👍👍

In the stolen moments between sutures and sighs, between exhaustion and hope, love quietly took root-tender, unshaken, as if it had always been waiting for them. It bloomed in whispered names exchanged in dimly lit hallways, in the way their hands brushed as one passed a scalpel to the other, in the way time seemed to still when their eyes met across the chaos of an ER. It wasn't written in textbooks or planned in schedules, but it was there-written in the language of glances that lingered too long, in the silent comfort of a touch that spoke more than words ever could. It was in the way one's steady presence softened the other's burdens, in the way their laughter became the only cure for sleepless nights and heavy hearts. Perhaps it was destiny, a love etched into the stars long before they ever met. Or perhaps it was fate's most beautiful gift-two hearts, once strangers, now irrevocably entwined. A love so profound, so breathtaking, it felt less like a choice and more like a calling-like they had spent lifetimes searching for each other, only to find home in one another's arms.