Narrada sob o ponto de vista de Sam, esta história volta ao dia em que tudo começou. Aos 5 anos, Sam era uma criança sensível que enfrentava o mundo com uma dificuldade peculiar: trocava o "R" pelo "L". Em seu primeiro dia de aula, a apresentação diante da turma foi um desastre, entre risos e zombarias por sua fala e por declarar que seu passatempo favorito era estar com a mamãe, Sam conheceu a crueldade do bullying e o peso da solidão. Tudo o que ela queria era o refúgio de sua casa, mas o destino a levou primeiro ao palácio dos Anantrakul. Entre gritos e correria, a notícia se espalhou: Pohn, a fiel empregada e amiga de sua mãe, estava dando à luz. O momento de alegria transformou-se em tragédia quando Pohn faleceu no parto, deixando uma recém-nascida nos braços de Fa, a mãe de Sam. Decidida a criar a pequena órfã como se fosse sua, Fa apresentou a bebê à família. Quando Sam se aproximou de um pequeno embrulho de mantas para conhecer a pequena Mon, algo mágico aconteceu. Ao se apresentar com sua língua presa, Sam não ouviu risadas ou deboches, encontrou apenas o olhar sereno de um ser que parecia entendê-la sem julgamentos. Naquele instante, nasceu um vínculo inquebrável. Criadas juntas sob o mesmo teto e o mesmo amor materno, Sam e Mon cresceram como sombras uma da outra. Mon nunca conheceu um mundo onde os braços de Sam não fossem seu porto seguro, e Sam nunca sentiu por ninguém o que sentia por aquela que viu nascer. Agora, ao atingirem a adolescência, as "irmãs de criação" precisam aprender a lidar com sentimentos que as regras da família Anantrakul não permitem, mas que seus corações não conseguem mais esconder.

Sarocha Chankimha era una alfa respetable. Una mujer con una imagen pulcra, un porte impecable y una actitud seria que hacía que todos en la oficina la admiraran. No era de esas alfas ruidosas y prepotentes, no, ella era la definición de autocontrol. O al menos, eso le gustaba pensar. El problema era Rebecca Armstrong... y sus tetas. ] Adaptación, pequeños cambios realizados y corrección por: Honey ] Adaptada de la versión de: @Jeonniemoon ] Gráficos por: @Sxn-rics ] Sinopsis + 7 capítulos cortos + Epílogo + Extra ] Becky omega y Freen alfa g!p ] Soft smut | Comedia romántica | Tensión sexual ] Mención de Charlotte, Nam, Heng, Engfa ] Todos los derechos reservados a la autora original: @prettyhyunju

Becky always knew who her heart belonged to and after a heated argument with the one who holds it, she decides to put herself first. What she thought was an escape from her old life, turns out to be one of the best and worst things she could've ever imagined. Is love alone ever enough? Can a relationship withstand the trauma and pressures of the world? Or will it fail and force two people who've loved each other since they day they met to lose everything they once knew? This story is about two women who finally allow themselves to admit their feelings and try to navigate their new found relationship. Before they get a chance to start building a true foundation, their world is rocked by things they never saw coming. It's a story of friendship, heartbreak, struggle, strength, trauma, self reflection and most importantly... true love. Note: This is all fiction. I do no claim to know the artists true feelings and none of the things mentioned here reflect that or their actions.

Becky Armstrong is done waiting. Two years of empty promises, stolen moments, and being someone's second choice-she's had enough. So, in a drunken act of defiance, she marries a complete stranger. Freen Chankimha never expected her life to turn into a soap opera. One minute, she's reeling from heartbreak, the next-she's trapped in a marriage contract with an emotionally unavailable pathologist who claims to be straight. But at least Becky's health insurance covers kidney transplants. It's a simple deal. No feelings. No complications. No real marriage. So why does it feel like everything is going wrong? 🎵 A Special Touch! Each chapter will be named after a song lyric that perfectly captures the mood-because sometimes, music says what words can't. 📌 Read now & let me know what you think!

Freen and Becky have lived countless lives, bound by an invisible thread of love and tragedy. Each time they meet, they fall hopelessly for one another-only to lose each other in ways more devastating than the last. In this lifetime, Freen, a brilliant doctor and Becky - photographer with a sick heart. They don't like each other at first, but eventually they star to falling in love with each other. And this time there is another player on the board - a figure with porcelain mask. She wants to tear them apart at any cost. With glimpses of a future where they can finally be happy, Freen plunges into a race against both magic and mortality to rewrite their destiny. Can they escape the curse that binds them, or will this life end, like all the others-in heartbreak? *** And the teaser Looking at the distance between them, Freen said with a gasp: "We are one step away from your death, Becky." "And I want there to be a 'we,'" Becky replied, her words laced with quiet desperation. "Dying alone is terrifying." Before Freen could react, Becky grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her close, her lips crashing against Freen's in a kiss that was both urgent and tender. Freen's eyes widened in shock, her mind a whirlwind of emotions - fear, longing, and something she couldn't name.

It was almost the end of winter in Thailand, approaching the end of February. The cool breeze sends subtle chills through their bodies, but the conversation is anything but light. You don't know what an orgasm is Bec?" asked the older girl. She felt herself flustered as she refused to face her and instead buried herself among the fluffy pillows and suffocating comforter that divided them like a wall on her king-size bed. That night, the flowers of the flame tree outside her window fell gracefully as the wind swayed the fickle branches. The damp ground awaits to receive every petal. And that night, her innocence succumbs to receive the same fate. Each moan and shiver lays delicately upon the mercy of the hands of the girl beside her. Her body pleading for it to be claimed, to mark her for the very first time, to taint her soul, to smear malice over her purity, to defile her femininity. "Freeenn..." "Shh.. let phi take care of you nong. I'll be gentle, I promise." ©️All Rights Reserved

Rebecca Armstrong has always been lucky, successful, confident, and effortlessly on top. While Freen Chankimha? A walking disaster. But one fateful night changes everything. Suddenly, Becca's golden streak vanishes while Freen's luck miraculously turns around, and neither has a clue why. Convinced their 'first meeting' triggered the switch, Becca is desperate to reverse it. But the closer she sticks to Freen, the more their lives entangle in ways she never saw coming. And as fate, love, and a few absurd misunderstandings collide, they must figure out what truly makes them lucky. Before the universe decides for them... ---- Got inspired by my favorite flicks-now let's put FreenBecky in the mix!

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, a famous young actress, and "Freen" Sarocha Chankimha, a fiercely ambitious architect, share a love that once burned brightly. But as their careers pull them in opposite directions, their marriage is tested by unspoken fears, insecurities, and the crushing weight of expectations. Freen battles the ache of feeling unworthy of Becky's love, while Becky longs for the connection and intimacy they've lost. With media scrutiny and personal doubts threatening to tear them apart, they face an agonizing question: Can their love survive the distance, or will their once-unbreakable bond shatter beyond repair? ---- This is my first original story, and of course it's a fanfiction. None of this is real-it all exists only in my imagination. ---- ((This story contains heavy angst, slow burn and mature content. Reader discretion is advised))

Becky Armstrong's life was a symphony of precision and control. As a brilliant medical examiner, she approached every case with a logical mind and a steady hand. Her personal life was equally streamlined, with her daughter, Anna, being the center of her universe. But on this particular day, something felt off-kilter. Maybe it was the way the sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air. Or maybe it was the way Anna's laughter echoed through the hallway, a carefree sound that seemed to hold a hint of foreboding. Whatever the reason, Becky couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. And then, like a whispered secret, it happened. A knock on the door, an introduction, and a pair of piercing green eyes locked onto hers. Freen Sarocha Chanmika, the tough-as-nails detective, had walked into their lives, and Becky felt the axis of her world tilt ever so slightly. Sometimes you can feel the moment when your life changes; something happens and you feel a shift. Becky Armstrong didn't believe in fate; not really, and yet the day she and her daughter, Anna, met Freen Sarocha Chanmika, she couldn't help feeling like somehow her life had changed. She wasn't really sure what she felt that day, but watching Freen connect with Anna in a way that few others could, she couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe it was fate.