In a city that hides its sins behind neon lights and whispered promises, Velvet Floor stands as an open secret. A club for the rich, the restless, the reckless - where dominance, submission, and anonymity rule the night. Freen Sarocha, 32, cold as ice and untouchable by choice, built her empire with secrets - including her own. Born intersex and surviving in a world hungry to tear down the different, Freen wields her wealth and power like a sword, never letting anyone close enough to draw blood. Becky Armstrong, 23, bright-eyed and stubborn, just wants to pass her journalism course and escape mediocrity. When her investigation points toward Velvet Floor and its hidden crimes, Becky sees the perfect chance to expose the truth - and make her name. But when curiosity turns into obsession, and the predator finally notices the prey, Becky realizes that some secrets aren't meant to be uncovered. And some monsters aren't born - they are made. In the clash between innocence and experience, who will kneel first? Disclaimer: 🔞🔞🔞 This story contains BDSM content and is intended strictly for a mature audience. It explores emotional intelligence, psychological, sexual, and potentially romantic themes. Freen is depicted as GIP. If you feel uncomfortable with such content, please skip this story. #1 in dominance #4 in identity

What happens when Freen turns up at Becky's shop looking for a job? What happens when lines are blurred as they start to fall in love with each other? Will things be as straight forward as they would like? See what happens when a straight talking Becky meets a very shy Freen. It's mostly Becky Dominant. It's a 18 plus story. 🔞 It's not my story I am converting it so credits the original author.

Freen and Nam, two ghost hunters, arrive at a mysterious villa, known for its eerie history and haunted past. As the spirits of the past stir, they must unravel the truth about the marks that haunt the villa. With humor, mystery, and danger lurking at every turn, will they uncover the truth before it's too late, or will they face something unexpected? Just turning my imagination into words ✨

At Bangkok General, Dr. Freen Sarocha lives for control until Dr. Becky Armstrong walks in. Mysterious. Brilliant. Covered in bruises she won't explain. Freen tells herself it's just concern. Just friendship. But Becky isn't like anyone she's ever met. And the truth? Becky is Trapped. Terrified. In a hospital full of secrets, one slow-burning connection could be the difference between survival and surrender. ❗️This book deals with domestic abuse and includes violence. Read only if comfortable.❗️

Becky, a last year college student who fall for a professor, Freen Sarocha. Their journey is going to unfold with time. Many obstacle or difficulty may come but when the love is real, it will find a way to be together. (Beckfreen) Most of the narration will be from Becky side. Its Beckfreen FreenBecky AU As English is not my first language, You may encounter grammatical error or tenses, forgive me.

Freen Sarocha, a 24-year-old teacher married to an abusive husband, is Becky's art and homeroom teacher. She is very caring and supportive, a gentlewoman who notices whatever is wrong with Becky very quickly. Becky Armstrong, a 17-year-old student, is very hardworking and holds a scholarship. She has been learning Muay Thai boxing since she was 6, but she is very clumsy and always ends up in the first aid station in school. What will happen between them? Will they be able to escape all the consequences of their forbidden relationship? Will Freen's husband mess everything up? This book contains some graphical content including sexual activities, abusive behaviour, poor language use(swearing) so please read on your own accord.

"Not all monsters crave blood. Some crave absolution." Journalist - Freen Sarocha Chankimha Vampire - Rebecca 'Becky' Patricia Armstrong Read to find out more, if you want! 😉

# Prologue **Two Years Ago** The music is too loud. I can't stop laughing. "Becky, slow down," Irin says. Someone stops me from reaching for another drink. Saint's twin. Freen. "I think you've had enough." "Where's Saint?" I slur. "Work emergency," she says quietly. The room spins. I stumble toward the exit. Three guys block my path, saying disgusting things. Freen steps in front of me. "She's with me. Back off." They don't listen until security comes. In her car, everything's fuzzy. Her gentle hands helping me to the door. Waiting while I fumble with keys. When I turn to thank her, she's so close. Gold flecks in her dark eyes. The kiss happens before I can think. Soft. Perfect. I pull away, mumbling apologies. She backs into the shadows. I stumble inside and pass out. **The Next Morning** Saint calls early. "Beck, I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "The guys bothering you. I'm so glad I could help you get away from them." I frown. "You were there?" "Of course. I couldn't let anything happen to you. I was so worried when I saw those guys cornering you. Thank God I got you home safely." My head hurts too much to think clearly. "Thank you." "You don't remember much, do you? You were pretty drunk. That's probably for the best. Just know that I'll always protect you, Beck." Warmth spreads through my chest. Saint saved me. Saint protected me. That's when I fall in love with him. **Present Day** I'm staring at my reflection in the wrinkled wedding dress. "Becky? The car is here." The car to take me to marry the wrong twin. Saint left me at the altar this morning. Gone. Now I have to marry Freen. The woman who barely speaks to me. Who avoids me. I don't understand why she dislikes me so much. In an hour, I'll marry someone who can't even look me in the eye. Someone who isn't Saint.

She wanted to win. She ended up losing her mind instead. At university, Freen and Becky are known as fierce academic rivals-both brilliant, both unstoppable, and both desperate to stay on top. But behind Freen's cold eyes lies an obsession she's buried for years-an obsession named Becky. Every exam, every victory, every smirk hides the truth: Freen doesn't want to defeat Becky. She wants her. Needs her. Own her. But Becky isn't innocent either. Her room is filled with secrets-pictures, journals, and memories of a girl she claims to hate. As the line between rivalry and desire blurs, one truth becomes undeniable: This isn't love. It's control. And someone is about to lose it. A dark GL obsession tale where hatred is just love in disguise...*