Freen is a rising UFC middleweight champion, focused on winning the biggest fight of her career. But everything changes when she crosses paths with her ex-girlfriend, Rebecca-the woman who she loves heartily. Their breakup was messy, triggered by a dark falling out between Freen and her closest friends, Richie. As the fight draws near, buried secrets begin to surface. With emotions high and trust on the line, she must face not only her rival in the cage but the painful past that still haunts her. Some fights are bigger than titles. Some wounds cut deeper than fists. Genre : Friendship, romance (GIP)

Freen Sarocha Chankimha, a recently fired reporter, is a desperate young woman convinced of her own worthlessness. She's lost all interest in life, spending her days lying on the couch, doing nothing, trying to drown her melancholy by watching TV shows and eating chips. She might have continued spiraling to rock bottom if not for her sister, who dragged her to audition for a new film. A film where her co-star on set happens to be the renowned and talented cinematic star, Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 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 explicit sex scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Sorry in advance for any mistakes - English isn't my first language.

Freen is a soft, kind doctor who lives a quiet life in Chiang Mai. Becky is a powerful mafia leader who never lets anyone talk back to her. But when Freen raises her voice to save a child, Becky notices her. And she can't forget her. What starts as obsession slowly turns into something deeper. But love built on force... can it survive?

She was born a king, not by choice, but by fate. Freen Sarocha Chankimka, ruler of a forgotten time, finds herself lost in a world of glass buildings, electric lights, and a girl who challenges everything she knows. Becky Armstrong, wild, witty, and soft at heart, never believed in time travel - until a royal stranger walked into her life, dressed in gold and guarded by centuries of silence. Two lives. Two worlds. One impossible love. When past and present collide, destiny writes a story neither of them expected. Freen Gip ---

Freen has spent her life unseen-a timid, clumsy girl born into wealth but weighed down by a lifetime of cruelty and neglect. At university, she's an easy target: withdrawn, friendless, and painfully awkward. No one ever speaks to her-unless it's to hurt her. No one, until Becky. Confident, captivating, and everything Freen isn't, Becky rules the social scene with her arrogant boyfriend Nop and their clique. When they dare her to make the lonely outcast fall in love, Becky agrees-for the thrill, for the game. But while Becky plays her part with a smirk and a plan, Freen begins to feel something real. For the first time, someone is smiling at her, touching her gently, saying her name like it matters. Meanwhile, a string of unsettling deaths casts a shadow over the campus. Students are disappearing. Bodies are found in alleyways and stairwells-cold, brutal, and unexplained. Whispers of a hidden threat ripple through the university, but no one knows who, or what, is behind the blood. As Freen slips deeper into emotion she was never meant to experience, and Becky grows entangled in a mess she can't control, one thing becomes clear: Someone is watching. And someone is willing to kill. Warning: Freen G!P

⚠️ Warning: This is an 18+ FreenBecky fanfiction that contains mature themes, explicit content, and strong language. If you're underage or uncomfortable with such content, please skip this story. This is a work of fiction, purely born from my imagination. It does not reflect the real lives of Freen Sarocha or Becky Armstrong in any way. Read at your own risk... or pleasure. Enjoy, and don't forget to leave your thoughts in the comments! Rak Naaa ❤️

Description: Freen, a cold and powerful intersex CEO, is bound by family duty to marry Becky, a vibrant and sensitive university student. Their worlds clash in an arranged marriage filled with tension, misunderstandings, and unexpected sparks. Can Becky's warmth melt Freen's icy heart, or will their vows trap them in a loveless cage? Content Warning: Mature themes, emotional intensity, slow-burn romance. Freen gip

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.

Freen and Becky are a happily married couple. They have good friends and very supportive and understanding families. Until a tragedy befalls them, can Becky forgive Freen? How does Freen win back Becky's heart? or. Divorce?

This isn't a story about falling in love , It's about burning desire.. (triggers ⚠️️ = 18+ senses detailed 🔞 ) 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