Freen Sarocha Chankimha, Bangkok's bad-girl fashion queen, can't keep her eyes off Rebecca Armstrong, her brother Nop's fiancée. Their stolen glances and sneaky touches light a fire that could burn everything down. But Nop's shady comments about Freen's player past make Rebecca pull back. Can their love survive the drama? Warnings: mature scenes, family mess, emotional rollercoasters.

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"I, Freen Sarocha, am not Khun Sam. She, Becky Armstrong, is not Mon. The feelings exist only between Khun Sam and Mon. The feelings do not exist between Freen and Becky. There is no such thing as freenbeck. It's only monsam." === This is a rain check. I am not sure whether I will continue writing this story or not but I've been obsessed with freenback lately. There will be no complex plots, the number of chapter is not gonna be a lot. I will just write whatever comes into my head, lol. Receh aja ini mah hahaha.Let's put it as a placeholder and I will be back once I've decided whether I will continue this or not.

When the craziest thing will happen to you and becomes the happiest, too.....

Freen refuses to follow a career in Hollywood and Becky says she is breaking their promise to grow together. They argue for the first time in 7 years. The older one wants to have a normal life, and her partner feels betrayed. So they end their partnership and Becky doesn't even keep in touch. Almost a decade later, they are reunited for a special reason. Suddenly, FreenBecky is sharing way more than lollipops and water bottles again, for their families and friends' shock.

⚠️Warning⚠️ the fic contains adult content🔞 please don't read if you are underage or don't like this kind of fics. I don't know if I will be able to survive or not but I want you to know that you are all my reasons to fight. -becky . . . . . . . A fic I read a year ago inspired me to write this fic. I will only use some simple details from that fic....i hope you will like it.

This book will content one shots about my favourite Thai GL couple Freen Sarocha and Becky Armstrong.

Samanun is a ghost trapped in her mansion from 20 years ago. Everything changed when she met the new owner of the mansion Kornkamon, who resembles her long lost fiancée that died in an accident one day before their marriage. A/N: Photos used are not from me, credits to all the original owner as I used for illustrative purpose only.

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