( On revision ) Lalisa Manoban had her life mapped out: gain real-world business experience before taking over her father's conglomerate. When she lands a job as the personal secretary to Jennie Kim, the sharpest and most feared CEO in the industry, she thinks she's ready for the challenge. Jennie is ruthless, cold, and unrelenting-traits that earned her the nickname "The Ice Queen of Korea." From day one, Jennie sees Lisa as just another pampered heiress who won't last. Lisa, determined to prove herself, works tirelessly to break through Jennie's impossible standards, only to find that the CEO's icy exterior hides much more than a ruthless businesswoman. The line between professional rivalry and deep attraction begins to blur, but love has no place in the cutthroat corporate world...or does it? Not Gip ... - All photos ctto -

Whoever makes the princess laugh will have her hand in marriage. Too bad Jennie hasn't laughed in years. Commoners aren't allowed to take flowers from the royal garden. Too bad Lisa takes from it anyways. -------------------- This is a converted story, all the credits go to fawxhawk21, go check out her stuff too :) Enjoy!

It's at the bottom of the list for jobs in the company, but Jennie finds herself sitting in front of two intimidating women without a care in the world. After all its only for the mailroom, how hard can it be? "What do you know about the company we run?" Rose questions eyeing Jennie carefully like she's some kind of secret service. "Well." Jennie says eyes staring at the women in front of her. "It's very big." JENLISA ADAPTATION © This story is not mine. Credits go to the brillant author.

The moment Lisa released 'The happiest girl' as her solo song, she started unravelling at the edges because there was no hiding that she was in love with Jennie Kim. This will primarily be an angsty piece but I promise it will have a happy ending. Disclaimer: This is pure fiction - please don't take this as anything other than me trying to simply capture feelings through writing. All mistakes are my own. Please enjoy.

One ring. Why am I calling her ? Two rings. Of course she's not gonna answer. It's three in the morning. Three rings. What am I doing? I should han- "Allô?" It's three a.m., after a night of clubbing, Lisa is stumbling down the streets of Paris with a pair of bloody heels in her hands. She has no phone, money or the capacity to speak the only language that could allow her to explain her situation to someone. When she spots a blue phone box, she inserts the mere spare change she has left and decides to call the only number she knows by memory: Jennie's.

Lisa Manoban moves in to her new condominium and accidentally meets her new neighbour in the most...unexpected way possible. More smut, a little angst, MAYBE a little fluff - mature content, don't run to your mothers complaining after. This is an original fanfic. I don't consent to plagiarising, repurposing, nor translating this work.

It wasn't on top of the mountain, nor in the depths of the ocean. It was in a crossroad, where everything else passes, and was never meant to be a place to stay. Where they were heading, only Jennie and Lisa knew. A sequel to Carry Me Home.

"You know your mission. I need you to kill Jennie Kim." ***Trigger Warning: violence, explicit language, gore, assault, abuse, explicit sexual content***

"Everything will be entirely yours... but first, you must find her."