Category Archives: My Fan-Fictions and Novels
It was decided this year that Kevin’s second anniversary party would be held on the palace grounds. The family woke up early to head out from the house. Khun Mattaya filled the back seat with goodies she had prepped for the party. Kevin and Duchess sat in the back of the pickup truck for the ride; he didn’t trust the young dog with all the food in the cab, or to be by herself in the truck bed. Read the rest of this entry
There’s something ominious happening to Kevin on his first anniversary in Pra’dee.
“Sur’kya!” The familiar call wafted into her bedroom, and Suri smiled as she tied her shoelace to her sturdy boots. Today they were going to go fishing with her father. A year after they first met, the pair was inseparable, except when he had his extra lessons with the elephants and combat training. She pouted. She wanted to learn how to fight too, but her normally-indulgent father had disallowed it. And no whining or wheedling would change his mind. Still, sometimes, K’vin would show her some hand fighting moves, and they would secretly practice them by the wooden house. Read the rest of this entry
Everyone is back in Bangkok. Will they ever meet again? Of course, it’s a fanfiction! We finally get to meet a new character which may be familiar to lakorn fans… 🙂
Below is the Rama IX Park, located in Nong Bon, Phrawet. It was created for the late king’s 50th birthday. So peaceful!
Roni hummed tunelessly under her breath as she wiped down the Biodex 4Pro. It had been two weeks since they had returned from Spain. Her arm had completely healed, except for a hair-thin white mark that her doctor said would eventually fade. Her life had settled back down into the usual routine. Read the rest of this entry
We now begin Sri’s entrance into international fashion. It’s just a small showcase, what could go wrong?
NOTE: I have included some photographs at the end of the post to better explain the descriptions of the outfits worn during the showcase.
The runway was a gray slash cutting through the throngs awaiting the fashion show. Klieg lights lined the walls, waiting to spotlight the stage. Outside on the balcony, refreshments were arranged on tiers of white-covered tables. People milled around, alternately admiring and envying each other. The chairs at the VIP section as well as the stands at the far end of the catwalk were gradually filling with the chattering crowd. Read the rest of this entry
Who thinks the world is a better place for hot Thai actors on motorcycles?
Drops of water flashed briefly in the fluorescent light as Tik shook his head and started toweling it dry. It had been an excellent workout; this group of recruits showed great promise to become superior law enforcement officers. They were still out at the obstacle course, training, but he had to get back to office at headquarters. Read the rest of this entry
Here it is, the first installment of what I hope is an enjoyable read.
The liveried bellhop quickly ran to the curb as the elegant gray limousine pulled to a smooth stop in front of the Hilton Diagonal Mar in Barcelona. The man that stepped out exuded an aura of power and confidence. Dressed in a tailored double-breasted suit of dark gray, he gave a nod as the hotel employee retrieved two pieces of matched luggage. Read the rest of this entry
This year I’m going to jump back into the marathon novel-writing challenge that is Nanaowrimo. For the month of November, I’m expected to write a minimum of 1500 words per day, every day, for an end-of-month total of 50,000. With the creative and editing assistance of my OL and RL friends, I hope to do that and more.
I’ve decided to try my hand at a fan-fiction using well-known members of Thai entertainment as my main characters. Others in my story will be either complete fabrications in my mind, or more importantly, people I know and love on social media. Read the rest of this entry
“I’m telling you, Kira, it was crazy! I rarely meet anyone of importance at work; I usually just submit my artwork, and then see the finished product.” Mila was curled up on her pink chintz couch with her phone pressed against her ear. A half-eaten pizza was haphazardly propped atop a pile of magazines on the glass coffee table. She reached down for her orange juice glass, and her hand clipped a blue glass candy dish. A bit of juice sloshed on her sweatpants. “Rats! Hang on a moment, Kira. I have to put you on speaker phone.” She placed the phone on the kitchen countertop. Read the rest of this entry
An hour later they were able to laugh it off, especially since the fruit ahjumma gave the offending pineapple to Jung-dae as a thank you. He idly tossed in one hand as they entered Mila’s office building. “Well, that was an adventurous lunch,” he quipped. She grinned and brushed his bangs aside to look at the red mark. “As for this, I’m going to cut it up as punishment and EAT IT’S SOUL.” The last was said in a mock-evil voice that made her giggle. He resumed his normal voice. “If it’s bruised, that may not work, though. Then I’m left with making daiquiris. Care to join me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed harder. Read the rest of this entry
Mila strode into her office, cheerfully greeting everyone. She had landed her dream job, working as a graphic designer for an ad agency in Seoul. It had been two years since she left a lucrative position in Clermont-Ferrand, France, to try her luck in South Korea. It had taken some time to get used to the difference. The French city was nestled between long-dormant volcano peaks, in a flat valley. The tallest structure was a hulking twin-spired cathedral. In Seoul, tall skyscrapers were the norm, blotting out most of the surrounding hills. Everything was neon-light bright, almost frenetic in the constant movement of vehicles and people. Read the rest of this entry