Lmsy Stories

For you, I will...

In a library full of stories, I found my favourite one...

And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you..

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Why would I want anyone else, when I have you?...

Sonya nunca gostou de física - até conhecer Lookmhe, a nova professora do departamento. Brilhante, exigente e misteriosa, Lookmhe transforma cada aula em um campo de batalha. Sonya, teimosa e provocante, não aceita perder uma discussão, e a relação entre as duas logo se torna uma mistura de fascínio e irritação. Mas o que começa com choques de ideias logo se transforma em algo mais - choques de outro tipo. Entre olhares demorados no laboratório e silêncios cheios de tensão, Sonya percebe que a força que a atrai para Lookmhe não tem nada de racional. Lookmhe tenta manter o controle, mas descobre que até a professora mais lógica pode perder o equilíbrio quando o desejo entra em jogo. Entre fórmulas, experimentos e segredos que não deveriam existir, nasce uma paixão intensa e perigosa - uma que desafia não apenas as leis da física, mas também as da razão.

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.

A sky full of stars, but she was staring at her...

Guess what I'm wearing? ....The smile you gave me

Love is worth every battle...

If loving you is wrong, then i don't want to be right...

"Two hundred years, and no one even told you not to touch a witch?" modern setting fluff-thriller vampire-witch fiction inspired by #lmsy

Life without you is like a broken pencil, there's no point...

Tungkol Sa Pag Ibig At Paghihiganti At Kamatayan

There is never a time or place for true love...

Charlotte the queen of the south is good under presher and stubborn never would admit she was wrong in tell she ment engfa she is the queen of the west always love a good kill.

Kristine, half-human and half-serpent, hides her true nature behind painful transformations while running her flower shop. Claire, a devoted potter, enters her life through a simple business collaboration, pots and blooms intertwined. What begins as partnership soon grows into something deeper, a bond drawn by passion and trust. But a secret organization hunts Kristine's kind, and the peace she has built is under threat. In a world where survival demands silence, can love bloom between clay and scales?

Her stride radiated confidence-bordering on arrogance-as if every step reminded the room she owned the place without needing to say a word. Lithe and tall, she moved with an easy grace that made her presence impossible to ignore. Her beauty wasn't soft; it was sharp, sculpted, and dangerously magnetic. A few loose strands of jetblack hair framed her face, the rest slicked back in deliberate disarray that only added to her allure When the woman finally stopped in front of her, she remained unsmiling. She took the seat across from her. "Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanaphong," she said, her tone tinged with boredom. "Lingling Sirilak Kwong," Orm replied, showing little interest. She didn't bother to smile. What was the point? "I ordered for us. I've been waiting for you for forty-five minutes." The raven-haired woman frowned, tilting her head as she assessed the ash-blonde woman's expression. "And what makes you think you know my preferences?" "For chrissake, it's just food," Orm snapped, annoyed. "What did you get for me?" "Pasta." "Then clearly, you don't know what I like at all. Want to know what I actually want for dinner?" "What?" The Thai woman smirked before replying, "You." A.N.: This is an original fanfiction I wrote for JenLisa, I decided to rewrite it as a LingOrm fanfic with LMSY as second leads. And if you squint, there's also GinJ. I am on my Thai GL era lol, so, bear with me. ~M

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine...