Hello beckfreen fandom Discover what inside..😁✌️ "Since this is my first story, please forgive me for any errors in grammar or English." It's beckfreen ❣️

Freen and Becky hate each other since their school days. Freen was from a very rich family while Becky studied on scholarships. Freen teased Becky a lot in their school days. Each time Becky hears or sees Freen she feels to hit her face hard. Freen's family goes under bankruptcy and Freen had to ask Becky for help as Becky was in a good financial position now. Will Becky help Freen? Will she demand things or will she be easy on her let us know by this story 😈!

Becky wasn't looking for trouble-just a night to forget. A calm, compassionate soul, she had spent weeks drowning in silent agony, watching her brother slowly fade in a hospital bed. So when her best friend begged her to escape for one night, Becky gave in. The club was loud, intoxicating, and for a moment, she let go-dancing, drinking, and flirting like the world outside didn't exist. But as her hips swayed in rhythm with the music, she caught the attention of someone watching from the shadows. Freen Sarocha. Tall, dangerous, and impossibly magnetic. With eyes darkened by desire and a presence that demanded control, Freen saw something she wanted-and she always got what she wanted. "Bring her to me. I'll be upstairs," she said, disappearing into the VIP lounge without a second glance. Becky never expected that one night of escape would change her life forever. This A Freenbecky Adaptation Credit goes to real author @asleepunicornsreal Freen g!p Enjoyyyyy Guysssss 🫰❤️

"What happened to your face?" Freen asked. I look away because I can't believe she noticed it, I was so sure she wouldn't because I know she'll get angry. "Talk to me, Beck. Did he hurt you again?" She asked, clearly trying to stay calm or else she'll explode in anger. That's the thing though, she gets angry easily. "I just fell down from the stairs." I said and giggle, hold her arm to soothe her anger hoping it will work. "I know what 'fell down the stairs' looks like, Beck. But don't worry, love. I'll handle it, okay?" She said in her calm voice, trying to assure me but all I get is anxiousness. "He wouldn't dare to do that again." She said, smile and kiss my cheeks. I'm not scared because of what Freen will do to them, I'm more scared of what my dad will do to her. But little did I know who she truly is..

Freen Sarocha Chankimka was wild, careless, and always in trouble. Money, status, even her parents' scolding couldn't change her. But then came Becky Armstrong-smart, fearless, and the only one who stood against her. What started as teasing turned into something deeper, something neither of them expected-love. They shared a room, a life, a dream. Until one decision broke them apart. Becky left. The baby stayed. And Freen was left standing at the edge of everything she once ran from. How does a girl who never cared about tomorrow suddenly become someone's whole world? How does a reckless lover turn into a Daddy? This is their story. A story of mistakes, choices, and the fragile thread of love that refuses to break. --- Note: This story is inspired by a movie idea, but told in my own way with Freen and Becky. --- Freen G!p

"..you will look good on my camera, striped to nothing but truth.." ".. I'm not a p*rnstar!.." Becky hissed at the lady Infront of her, who looked like goddess of sin. 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

Becky fell into situation that made her work as a stripper, and Freen is her first customer... Who needed to keep becky to herself... Who was waiting for becky for years after their first meeting in childhood... Not wanting to let others use becky...to have her close...freen gave a offer to becky.. Asking her to be her personal pleasure maker and to pay all what becky need. Without any other path becky agreed to this and be freens personal pleasure maker. But after freens pure unyielding love becky falls too.. They having a falls and ups in their love story.. As times goes by both souls bond in together...❤️🌷 (*not insulted to the real characters. fully imagination storys*) ⚠️️🔞mature content read at your risk. enjoy 🥵🔥

Ling Kwong has built her empire on discipline, loyalty, and protection. As the CEO of the most elite bodyguard company in the country, she has shielded politicians, celebrities, and business moguls. But nothing could prepare her for the quiet, devastating beauty of Orm Kornnaphat-the fiancée of the Prime Minister. Orm should have lived a fairytale. Instead, she's trapped in a nightmare. Bound to a powerful man not by love but by her parents' debt, her days are filled with bruises hidden beneath silk dresses and dreams stripped from her hands. Painting-her only escape-has been forbidden. Her voice, silenced. Her spirit, caged. When Ling is hired to protect Orm, she expects another high-profile assignment. What she finds instead is a woman with haunted eyes and a tender heart. Slowly, painfully, Ling uncovers the truth: Orm is being broken by the very man who claims to love her. But between hushed confessions, lingering touches, and the safety of Ling's unwavering presence, something begins to bloom-something forbidden, reckless, and undeniable. As the walls close in, Ling must choose: follow the rules and guard Orm from a distance... or risk everything-her career, her company, her life-to save the woman she's falling for. In a world where power is everything, love might just be the most dangerous rebellion of all.

Two women. One past drenched in blood. One present set ablaze. Ling moves through life with deadly precision-cold, calculated, and haunted by a sister she couldn't save. But when Orm, the seductive daughter of a powerful criminal empire, enters her life, everything she's buried threatens to resurface. Orm doesn't ask questions-she demands answers. And when she touches the one thing Ling vowed to protect, a fire ignites between them-dangerous, consuming, and impossible to control. Caught between vengeance and desire, secrets and betrayal, Ling and Orm walk a thin line, because in a world where possession is power, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all.

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.