Becky has one big dream: she wants to become a writer. But that's easier said than done. Especially since her parents force her to attend law school and her mind is always busy thinking about a certain actress. What happens once said actress comes into the blonde's life? Will it be an even bigger distraction? Or will it help Becky to make her dreams come true? This is a converted fanfiction. I adopted this story for Freen and Becky because I loved it. All credits go to the original author.

Warning: Mature Content - explicit, highly detailed scenes - The road to being together is not so easy. Feelings, work, jealousy and sex, a whole range of sensations that will shake up Freen Sarocha and Becky Armstrong and make them discover their limits. They will explore their feelings and their sexuality together, experiencing different first times (First touch, first kiss, accessories, domination...) which will crescendo over the chapters. PS : This story is fiction and if Freenbecky are not fictional characters, the name has become public enough and subject to reuse.

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Rebecca Armstrong is a cold woman who only cares about her career. Her marriage is based on business purposes, and she has no time for minor things like love. Freen Sarocha is a dedicated singer and actress. And as an artist, she is driven by emotions and instinct. Opposite personalities fated not to match. Yet, just one look may cause a big problem in their lives.

Freen adored the company of only one woman - Rebecca. She dreamed of confessing her feelings one day, yet she never dared. This infatuation seemed frivolous to her, and so she chose to keep it locked away. She didn't want to ruin their easy, familiar dynamic. They understood each other so well - friends, neighbors, people who could trust one another. And Freen refused to shatter that, to create awkwardness between them. So when Becky asked the one question Freen never expected, she simply froze. Apparently, the potential discomfort didn't faze Becky in the slightest. Freen swallowed. This was everything she wanted - and at the same time, everything she couldn't allow herself to have. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ The original story is not mine. It has been rewritten by me and adapted for FreenBecky. Please note: This story contains G!P Freen and many very explicit sex scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Sorry in advance for any mistakes - English isn't my first language.

This isn't a story about falling in love , It's about burning desire.. its about.... Craving like air. Lust like dripping honey. Whispers that echo. Hands that worship. Pleasure like ache. A Body not just to capture in to a lense.. But a soul to be expose bare. Rebecca Armstrong A girl who lived by rules - soft flower waiting to bloom. Too pure to be pulled into velvet ropes, bare rooms, burning eyes. a girl who was never meant to be anyone's muse. Until she met the one who filmed sin like art. Becky was Too gentle for the world Freen sarocha lived in. And yet... she followed. Freen doesn't make films for pleasure. She captures the ache beneath skin. Craving. Power. Helplessness. The beauty of surrender - not forced, but willingly offered. Freen's camera doesn't just undress bodies,It exposes souls. And in that darkness, something bloomed. Something dangerous. Something holy. Love

Freen Sarocha Chankimha - a renowned surgeon at the city's leading hospital. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong - a popular movie star whose name graced the headlines of tabloids and entertainment magazines. Their path crossed and formed a bond that will challenge their emotions, as they both knew they are already in line with their own marriages.

When your love is stronger than faith , the universe will help you to get your love . It's a story about Freen , a famous photographer and Becky , a singer .

Rebecca's tears began to fall as she sank to her knees. "It's been a long time, baby. Too long," she said, her voice trembling. "I promised to love you and only you, and I've kept that promise. I loved you since we were seven, Freen. But I have to move on now." The weight of her words crushed her chest, but she pressed on, speaking as though Freen were there, listening. "It's not fair to her, to Jane, the way I've been living in the past. She loves me, and she deserves more than this half-hearted version of me. So this is goodbye, Freen. My last visit."

When Freen went out partying that Thursday night, she never imagined that after finding a stranger sitting on the railing of a bridge on her way home, her life would change forever. A journey through emotions and memories. Through regrets and hopes. Through love and forgetting. A story about what could have happened but didn't, and about what we could never stop from happening. * * * For you, whom I don't remember. Not your face, nor your voice. But I carry you with me. I hope you come back. ----------------------------- Translation from LEJOS DE ERIS.