UNSEEN mask hide her Heart (MILKLOVE)
- Reads 7,336
- Votes 375
- Parts 20
MatureComplete Mon, Nov 10, 20252h 15m
*MILK Pansa Vosbein as SHY
*LOVE Pattranite Limpatiyakorn as YAM
Shy's expression softened as she looked at Yam, sleeping soundly before her. She knew Yam was tired from their intimacy earlier. Shy held Yam close, unwilling to let go, acutely aware that this was their last day together. The promise of a future meeting felt hollow; the thought of tomorrow brought a wave of sadness. She had to be content, grateful for this one day, for the feel of Yam's heartbeat against her own.
Yam's phone rang, breaking the quiet intimacy. Shy pretended to sleep, tightening her embrace. Yam struggled to free herself, but exhaustion held her captive. "Shy," she whispered softly.
A shiver ran down Shy's spine as Yam's breath brushed her ear. She slowly opened her eyes, humming in response. "I need to answer my phone," Yam murmured.
Shy reluctantly released her grip, letting go of Yam, and with her, her hope. There was no reason to hold on anymore.
Yam reached for her phone and answered, "What?" she exclaimed, forgetting Shy was beside her. The news on the other end of the line unsettled her, making her forget she was still naked. She sat up abruptly in bed.
Seeing Yam's naked body, Shy quickly shifted, her heart pounding. Yam had a maddening effect on her. Yam looked at Shy with a sad expression. She was leaving earlier than expected. "I'll be leaving tonight... you can stay here if you want to," Yam said, before grabbing a bathrobe and heading into the bathroom.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
YAKUZA'S DIRGE
🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"
Ms. Devil - LingOrm
📍Business romance #1 Orm Kornnaphat Wongwan never expected to cross paths again with Lingling Sirilak Chearavanont, now the CEO of the company where she worked. Lingling's presence turned Orm's life into a waking nightmare. The regret of having once allowed herself to be 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 by Lingling nine years ago - out of desperation for money to help her family - left Orm powerless when that bastard woman exploited her weakness to intimidate her. Whether driven by vengeance or obsession, Lingling seemed unwilling to let Orm slip from her grasp. To Lingling, watching the stubborn woman suffer and appear defenseless before her was the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known. Yet she failed to realize that the deepest reason behind her cruelty toward Orm was not merely her twisted grudge or obsession - but a feeling of love. But when Lingling finally came to understand her own love, would she be able to unite with Orm, the woman she had hurt time and again? And would Orm ever accept Lingling's love?Complete
His Secret Roommate ✓
She wasn't supposed to be in his life. He wasn't supposed to care. Hiding from a dark past that nearly destroyed her, she ends up in the most unexpected place living secretly in the bedroom of a stranger, hidden from his family, her name erased from the world outside. He gives her shelter without questions. What begins as a quiet coexistence grows into something unspoken. She's hiding in his room. He's hiding his feelings. And outside their stolen peace, the storm is closing in. Just when she begins to believe in safety, the truth catches up and nothing is what it seems. Now, with love blooming in the shadows and danger pressing at the door, she must make an impossible choice: run before he gets hurt, or stay and risk losing him forever. _________ A twisted smile spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his hot, alcohol-laced breath over her. He pressed his nose to her neck, inhaling deeply before pulling back slightly to growl in her ear, "You can't run away anymore." he slurred, his voice a sinister whisper. His eyes bore into hers with a mix of anger and possessiveness that made her blood run cold. Her mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to escape. "Let me go!" she cried, her voice trembling. She tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip, his other hand moving to her waist to hold her closer. "You're mine," he growled, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "And no one gets to take what's mine, not even your bastard lover".Complete
Half Soul
Milk Pansa, a 25-year-old woman, has spent years burying the scars of her first heartbreak. Ever since her high school lover left her without explanation, she's stopped believing in love-keeping people at a safe distance and focusing solely on work. But everything changes one day when she hears a voice-soft, familiar, and hauntingly unforgettable. It belongs to her. The girl who shattered her heart. As past and present collide, Milk is forced to confront the memories she's spent years trying to forget. Is she ready to face the truth, or will this voice from the past break her all over again? ___________ Author Notes First of all, thank you so much for reading this AU. I've poured my whole heart into it because I truly love how Milk and Love treat each other-and I know many of you do too. Please remember that this story is a work of fanfiction set in an alternate universe, and it has no connection to the real lives of any GMMTV artists. None of the events-especially the darker ones-are based on or meant to reflect real-life situations involving Milk and Love. This AU contains sensitive themes such as abuse, threats, depression, and death. Please read with care and take breaks if needed. Thank you for your support and understanding.Complete
The Veiled Hearts
(Book 1 of The SILVER CIRCLE series) Title: The Veiled Hearts: Where Trust was first Cut I DARE YOU TO STOP READING AFTER 30TH CHAPTER . 🏆 Achievement 🏆 #1-India(28-09-24) #1-Hate Love (28-09-24) #1-Adultsituations (Sep'24-Nov'24) #1-Adulthumor (Sept'24-Nov'24) **Synopsis:** In the underworld of organized crime, power and loyalty collide in a volatile mix. **The Veiled Hearts** explores the tumultuous love-hate relationship between "Yash " and "Vanya". She hides her gender identity to become his bodyguard and to seek vengeance for his brother's death by killing Yash Singhania . **Scene** Yash slides his index finger gently into her cleavage which was wrapped in the chest bandage hiding her bosom.Pulling her towards himself with sudden jerk and went near her ears breathing slowly . Her chest was heaving in agitation, he noticed her heavy breathing by looking at her face while keeping his face closed to her ear . Then he sluggishly looked at her eyes ,nose, lips, neck ,bosom and then his eye sight drifted to rose flowers elegantly arranged in a vase on the table behind her back . He picked a flower from left hand while still keeping his face near to her ear and his right hand index finger hooked in her cleavage . Then he moved back after sliding a rose in her cleavage and said " Game On"(With a smirk and wink) then picked a lying quilt and covered her body. Yash :" I know you want to kill me but please don't go around like this in house topless " ," Acha thodi lagta hai Singhania pariwar ki bahu topless ghumme ghar main" ( It doesn't look good when Singhania's daughter -in-law roams in the house topless) Vanya: " Chodungi nahi tumhe"( I will not leave you) Yash:" Bilkul sahi chodhne wali chiz hi nhi hun"( absolutely right, I am not that kind one should leave) ‼️ Disclaimer ‼️ The content of this story is intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. 📷Aesthetics 📷 Pinterest, Google and Self-madeComplete
✅ Professor And His Princess
His Princess Series Book 1 Professor and His Princess Book 2 Master And His Princess Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.Complete
𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏
Yn: i am indian Taehyung: i am korean yn: LoVe Is JuSt A oBsEsSiOn taehyung : whatever *** I complete my work now i am going to ready but suddenly some one knock my door like he is in hurry I open my door i see mrs kim mr kim sofia dii mummy papa yes today morning mummy papa came for suprising me and attend taehyung's wedding Yn;what happen ? Mrs kim ;yn did u see taemul Yn nod as noo Mr Kim looked gloomy and wasn't really paying attention to what was happening to his wife. Y/n immediately called taemul hoping she would have atleast answer her call. ''Taemul , please answer." But her phone was ringing in the room, only to find that she left all her devices. Her wedding dress still kept hanging in the closet room. Y/n leaned on the closet door frame and sighed desperately. It was a disaster. Meanwhile, Taehyung had no idea of his bride running away. He was happily chatting with his friend Jin came running into yn's room after excusing herself, "what happened?" "Jin," Mrs Kim now held on to his son's arms. Y/n sat blandly, not believing that taemul could do something like this. They had their elderly talk while the wedding was 2 Hours away. Y/n didn't pay attention to the talk, only tried calling taemul to come back. Even now if she came back, it wasn't too late. If she didn't want to wed then it was okay, Taehyung would surely say yes to every thing she said. But now half an hour passed, there's still no sign of her. It seemed that she ran away when every one is busy in their work "Now only one solution is left," Mr Kim suddenly spoke out after being quiet through out the whole conversation, "Let Y/n marry Taehyung." What happen next ?? If u want to know next then read it I hope u like it 💜💜Complete
My Darling - MilkLove
As her twin has passed away, Pansa had to figure what to do to save her parents face/reputation. She figured being her twin was the best way or she thought. Not only is she going to deal with Love but the people that are involved with Panjad. Love knows her parents don't accept her lover but what can she do? She had to follow her parents wish but they don't know that Love is still secretly meeting her lover. Love told herself that she would never fall in love with a guy but overtime this man has made her feelings change. Why is she having mix feelings for this man? How about her lover? Will she be able to control her heart from changing? Will Pansa be able to hide her identity?Complete
Her disaster
*Featured book* [HIGHEST RANKING : #1 IN #controlfreak ] " I HATE YOU".. trying to hide my tears by taking a step back and suddenly felt his hand gripping my arm tightly, tight enough to give bruise on my skin, drag me towards him, forcing me to stand an inch away from his face close enough to feel his breath.... (giving same electrical chills on my body), looking into his eyes how can i hate you james, but i have to do this for the sake of me.. suddenly back to reality, now his grip his hurting me... "JAMESSS.... PLEASE STOP IT, you're hurting me". He realised it and losen up, hold me again from my waist, "YOU CANNOT HATE ME, DO YOU GET THAT" he said with anger in his voice. "NO, I HATE YOU AND LEAVE ME I AM NOT YOURS, YOU CANNOT TELL ME WHAT SHOULD I SAY OR NOT" yelling louder enough to make him more mad. "YES, YOU CANNOT HATE ME BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE" his lips near enough to touch my lips, can feel his breath, suddenly my eyes went to his lips and for a second i stared at his lips but again i look away, this time he pressed his lips to mine, forcing me to let him enter and i gave up, we are kissing more passionately with anger and want but suddenly i am back to the harsh reality and ive tried to remove him but i know i am not strong enough to remove him, but with the force i push him although i didn't want to but i have to, then he is looking at me without breaking an eye contact and said with smirk "I KNOW YOU ARE STILL MINE". Yes he is HER Disaster, Something has happened 5 years back which she still regret and wished, what if it it didn't happen, what if she hadn't met him at first place, what if she stopped him by keep coming back to her life. she cannot get away from him and cannot live with him although she want to be with him, but have to make a decision otherwise it will lead her nowhere but in the darkness.Complete
Into the Fiction
"Are you still afraid of me Y/n?" His deep voice send shivers down my spine like always. He's too close for me to ignore. Why is he doing this? He's not supposed to act this way. What the hell? Better to be straight forward Y/n! I gulped down the lump formed in my throat and spoke with my stern voice trying to be confident. "Yes, I'm scared of you, more than you can even imagine." All my confidence faded away within an instant as his soft chuckle replaced the silence. Jerking me forward into his arms he leaned forward to whisper into my ear. "I will kiss you, hug you and bang you so hard that you will only remember my name to sa-, moan. You will see me around a lot baby, get ready your therapy session to get rid off your fear starts now." He whispered in his deep husky voice and winked before leaving me alone dumbfounded. Is this how your death flirts with you to Fuck your life!? There's only one thing running through my mind. Lifting my head up in a swift motion and glaring at the sky, I yelled with all my strength. "FUC* YOU AUTHOR!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What if you wished for transmigating into a fanfiction just for fun, and it turns out to be true. You transimigated but as a Villaness who died in the end. A death which is lonely, despicable and pathetic. Join the journey of Y/n who Mistakenly transmigates into a fanfiction of her favorite Idol group. Will she succeed in surviving or will she die as per her fate in the book. This story is a pure fiction and is based on my own imagination.Complete
🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"
More detailsContent Guidelines