In a city that never truly sleeps, the night belongs to something older than fear-and far more seductive. Freen Sarocha rules from the shadows: elegant, ruthless, and utterly untouchable. Whispers call her a myth. A monster. A queen with no pulse and no mercy. Becky Armstrong was never meant to get close enough to find out which is true. She was sent to kill. Instead, she lingers. Because something about Freen is wrong. The way her presence lingers under Becky's skin. The way danger starts to feel like desire. The way every step closer feels like crossing a line she won't come back from. And in a world of blood-soaked alliances, silent wars, and predators dressed in silk, getting too close to the wrong person doesn't just risk your life- It changes you. Irrevocably. Now, with the city tightening its grip and something dark awakening between them, Becky faces a choice she doesn't understand... Run from the monster- or let it ruin her completely.

FreenBecky + Vampire vibes = Love Sucks Freen is a lonely vampire who is tired of living. Her life is cold and meaningless and she is ready to end it all until she meets a beautiful human girl who makes her cold dead heart beat again. Can a vampire fall in love with a human? Can they both survive this supernatural love? Let's find out together!

Charlotte Austin's life was built on a foundation of success: a thriving career, a devoted girlfriend, and a grandmother who was her only remaining family - until she wasn't. When her grandmother's health fades, a forgotten promise resurfaces - one made long before Charlotte could grasp the weight of true commitment. A vow that binds her to the last person Charlotte would ever trust - and the very person she's spent her life avoiding. Engfa Waraha. The self-centered player from Charlotte's past. The tormentor who turned Charlotte's life into a battleground. The feeling was mutual. Charlotte saw Engfa as a superficial ideal - the last person who could ever understand the meaning of loyalty - and Engfa saw Charlotte as nothing more than the fake girl, the embodiment of everything she despised. But fate, it seems, has a way of turning everything upside down. In a single, fateful moment, everything they thought they knew about themselves and their futures shatters. Now bound by a promise neither of them fully understands, they're caught in an unavoidable web of secrets, betrayal, and a connection they can't escape. It all begins with a bitter vow - and neither of them could have anticipated where it would lead. ***** 🚫⚠️This story contains strong language, explicit sexual content, slow-burn romance, and heavy angst. If these themes aren't for you, please proceed with caution or skip this story. Read at your own risk. ☺ This story will not be translated or converted into any other story. I never gave permission for that. This is purely fanfiction, but the plot is original: MINE. However, I do not own the characters or the name.

Their love was once promised to last a lifetime, but everything shattered when Charlotte was forced to let Engfa go for the sake of a CEO position that cost her more than she ever imagined. Three years of happiness ended in tears, leaving behind a wound that seemed impossible to heal. Five years later, fate brings them together once more. A single glance rekindles memories and feelings they thought had long since faded. But the question remains - does their love still beat within their hearts, or has time turned it into nothing more than a memory that can never be revived?

Engfa Waraha never believed in fate - until it threw her straight into the path of Charlotte Austin, the one person she couldn't stand. To Engfa, Charlotte was nothing but a spoiled, entitled brat - the type of girl who had always looked down on her, believing the world owed her everything. And to Charlotte, Engfa was the player who never took anything seriously, always playing the system. But fate, relentless and unforgiving, had other plans. One moment - one touch - and everything changed. What began as a fierce rivalry between two girls who couldn't have been more different slowly evolved into something more complicated, more dangerous. A storm of hate, desire, and undeniable connection - woven together by a force neither could comprehend. Then, without warning, Charlotte vanished. No explanations, no goodbyes. Engfa never understood why Charlotte left - and maybe that was the worst part. It wasn't just the absence; it was that she disappeared when they'd finally begun to understand each other. Years passed. The questions never left. The rage dulled. The emptiness remained. Just as Engfa thought she'd finally moved on, fate dragged her back to Charlotte - in a sleek office, in one unforgettable moment. What if fate had never let go, forcing them to confront what they could never forget? What if facing the truth could unite them in ways they couldn't predict? The space between past and present is filled with unanswered questions: Charlotte's disappearance, and the unbreakable bond that continues to shape their lives. ***** ⚠️‼️ This story contains: - Intersex themes (G!P) - Mature/explicit content - Angst If this isn't your cup of tea, feel free to skip it. Consider yourself warned 👀 This story will not be translated or converted into any other story. I never gave permission for that. This is purely fanfiction, but the plot is original: MINE. However, I do not own the characters or the name.

Recently, Enjoy had been watching Youtube videos on mindfulness in an effort to try to increase the percentage of her thoughts she was able to keep just in her head. That training was about to fail her spectacularly. "One of the nuns is kind of cute." Film's fingers paused mid stitch. Enjoy's fork paused halfway to her mouth as her brain caught up with what she'd just said. "Enjoy, what the fu-" * Or, Enjoy has to spend several weeks in a church archive. The person running the archive is a nun, and also hot. She is totally normal and respectful about this.

"Okay so...don't freak out." Becky sets her down next to Enjoy's and then pulls out her phone and starts tapping through it. Enjoy watches the sunflower keychain she has hanging from the case jangle around with each swipe of her finger. "Now, Charlotte told me your situation. You need a fake girlfriend." Enjoy gets up. "Not another dating app, Becky. I can't..." "No," Charlotte's hands are on her shoulders, keeping her in place. "It's not that." Becky makes a face, a wince, like it's somehow worse than her nightmarish stint on eHarmony. "This feels vaguely familiar to when I was told I'd be taking some time away from home and ended up in a catholic boarding school." "Well," Becky stops searching through her phone, apparently finding what she needed. "It's nothing like that at all, but it might be equally as jarring. I had to break through like three security firewalls just to access this site." She turns her phone around then for Enjoy to see the website she's pulled up. Denied Love - ESCORT SERVICE

The pain of unrequited love due to family pressure #Taglish story

Lena falls in love with Miu in childhood and carries that obsession into adulthood. They reunite at university. Miu is bright and unrestrained, while Lena remains quiet, flawless, and watchful from the shadows. After graduation, Lena carefully arranges a marriage between their families, pulling Miu into the life she has long planned. Miu eventually learns the truth. Yet she stays. Together, they begin to heal. Lena learns to trust. Miu learns to understand. A distorted but sincere love, where light finally reaches the dark.

She owns the hospital. She owns my heart. And now, she wants to throw them both away. Dr. Freen Sarocha is a celebrated Cardio thoracic surgeon, a devoted mother, and a wife desperately in love. There's only one problem: her wife, Dr. Becky Armstrong, the brilliant, icy trauma surgeon and sole owner of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, has fallen out of love with her. After 14 years together, Becky wants a divorce. The judge's verdict is a cruel twist: one year of forced cohabitation to "reconcile" for the sake of their three-year-old daughter. Now, Freen must share a home-and a bed-with the woman who views her with polite indifference. Freen's Rules for Survival: 1. Don't touch. 2. Don't cry. 3. Don't hope. 4. Try everything to win her back anyway. But the more Freen tries, the colder Becky becomes, building walls not just between them, but between Freen and their daughter. In the high-stakes world of Grey Sloan, where they navigate life and death daily, Freen must perform her most delicate operation yet: mending a family that only one of them believes is worth saving. Can a heart that knows every suture hold itself together when its own foundation is crumbling?