They say the queen never flinches. She rules with bloodied hands and velvet eyes, her name enough to silence a room. When Freen - soft-spoken and unsuspecting - is taken from her ordinary life and locked inside Becky's a Lady mafia's mansion, fear is her only companion. But behind locked doors and whispered threats, nothing is quite what it seems. In the empire she never wanted to enter, Freen must choose: escape... or unravel the woman who holds her prisoner. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

Just when Rebecca thought she conquered her anger issues... hell broke down. Now that Freen wants to go back to teaching, Rebecca is trying her best to be supportive but with two kids and security firm. Could she actually? _____ Freenbecky converted story. Original story by ©elizabethreyes__ Rebecca G!P

Freen Sarocha is a brilliant young surgeon, famous for her golden hands in the operating theatre-precise, fearless, and never failing her patients. But outside the hospital walls, she is the complete opposite: a wild party girl, a scandal magnet, and someone who avoids commitment at all costs. Rebecca Armstrong, or simply Dr. Becky, is everything Freen is not. A young anesthesiologist with an icy demeanor, Becky is disciplined, respected, and feared by her colleagues. With a flawless reputation and the legacy of her powerful family in medicine, she has no room for mistakes-or scandals. Their worlds collide when their families arrange a marriage to strengthen the hospital empire. Becky accepts out of duty. Freen resists, terrified of being tied down-especially to someone as intimidating as Becky. Inside the OR, Freen is a genius no one can rival. But at home, she's reduced to a clumsy, awkward "husband," tiptoeing around Becky's sharp glares. Slowly, Becky begins to notice the stark contrast-the reckless playgirl outside, and the brilliant, focused surgeon within. Against her will, she starts to feel something she never expected. As jealous nurses and meddling med students circle around Freen, and as hospital politics push them to work side by side, the line between duty and desire blurs. What begins as a forced marriage turns into a messy, heartfelt journey of love, trust, and unexpected vulnerability. Can a scandalous surgeon and a fierce anesthesiologist learn to heal not just their patients-but each other's guarded hearts?

Some stories don't need a name. Just two hearts finding their way. When Becky's world falls apart-her fiancé cheating with her cousin, her future unraveling in a single moment-she doesn't expect the quietest person in the room to become her loudest support. Freen has always admired Becky from a distance. Confident, driven, and untouchable... until now. One night, one unexpected act of kindness, and a twist of fate pull them into a connection neither of them saw coming. As Becky faces an unplanned pregnancy and a future she never imagined, Freen stays by her side-not as a savior, but as something deeper. Something real. Through stolen glances, late-night talks, and unspoken moments, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. This isn't a love story with grand gestures or perfect timing. It's about choosing someone when it matters most. Even if you don't have the right words for it yet.

Professor Freen is respected-and feared-on campus. She's brilliant, cold, and impossibly composed. Her students whisper about her abs and her intimidating aura. But beneath that perfect mask, Freen is tormented by a secret: she's in love with Becky, her soft-spoken literature student. Becky, on the other hand, is the type of girl who cries during poetry readings and apologizes for bumping into furniture. She admires Freen's intelligence, but her strictness terrifies her. Becky is convinced that if she makes one wrong move, Freen will humiliate her in front of the class-and she's sure her heart couldn't survive it. Mature Contents🔞 Freen (G i P) 🔞

Meet Freen Sarocha Chankimha, 27 years old. An executive at one of renowned public relation firm in Bangkok. Freen is a reserved kinda person to any eyes who doesn't know her very well but a softie among her friends and family. She has a massive crush on her long time friend, Charlotte but too shy to act on it.Her life is nothing but full of tranquility until a certain brunette came into her life after becoming their neighbor. Her mom always fond with Becky Armstrong but to herself, this girl is annoying and too perky. Becky Armstrong, 24 years old. A legal representative at Bangkok International Hospital just moved to Freen's neighborhood along with her parents and a dog named BonBon. People who known Becky know how perky this girl can be. Always full with smile and laughter. She fell in love at a first sight with Freen and always constant in Freen and Nun's life. What did exactly Becky's hide under her affectionate laughter and smile? And why Becky did what she did even though her action will hurt her even more? #DISCLAIMER: Everything in this story is made up. Don't try this at home-seriously. All characters and events in this tale exist only in the writer's imagination. Reality may vary.

Freen lived a quiet life in a small house, caring for her old parents and younger sister. Intersex, poor, and busy surviving..love was a luxury she couldn't afford. Becky, daughter of one of Thailand's richest families, had never loved a girl before. Never needed to. Until she met Freen-kind, real, different. They shared secret nights. One mistake changed everything. Becky got pregnant. Her world collapsed. Ashamed and scared, she turned on Freen. "You ruined my life," she spat, tears falling. "I should've never met you." Freen didn't argue. Just stood there, silent, heart breaking. Becky left.

For as long as I can remember, my world clung to a single shade. It settled deep in my mind, lingered longer in my heart. Somewhere along the way, I forgot the gentleness of blue skies and the warmth red once promised. Colors became memories, and memories turned to shadows I no longer chased. Then came this mysterious woman. She was cloaked in silence, carrying storms behind her presence and a pantone I never knew I was missing. She lit something in me I thought was long dead. And now, every color burns too bright to look away. We're just two broken souls who found our way to each other, learning to live fully, daring to feel love... once again.

When sisters Sam and Nueng inherit a crumbling flat on the edge of town from their estranged aunt, it feels like both a curse and an escape. Nestled beside a forgotten cemetery and cloaked in ivy and fog, the building is more shadow than shelter-but it's theirs, and it's far from everything they've been trying to outrun. Nueng, the older and pragmatic sister, is focused on fixing up the place and starting over. But Sam, the dreamier and more intuitive of the two, becomes consumed by the flat's eerie presence. She begins to sense things others can't-whispers in the silence, music from nowhere, dreams that feel like memories. Then the late-night footsteps begin. And the notes left behind in a handwriting no one remembers writing. That's when Sam meets Mon, the ghost of a young woman who once lived in the building, died within its walls, and never truly left. As the veil between past and present frays, Sam and Mon form an impossible bond: tender, intoxicating, and deeply real. Mon isn't just a restless spirit-she's magnetic, poetic, and achingly human. And Sam finds herself slipping further into her world, caught between longing and fear, reality and something she can't explain.

In the shadowy corners of Southeast Asia, Freen is a quiet storm-a meticulous serial killer who leaves no trace, no witness, only bodies laced with strange poetry and a single crimson tulip. She moves from city to city, chasing ghosts only she can see, haunted by the past, yet always two steps ahead of the law. Then comes Becky-reckless, brilliant, loud. A con artist, a charmer, a woman who seduces before she slays. When their paths collide in a smoke-filled alley outside a nightclub in Bangkok, a mark between them dead, they don't speak at first. Just stare. Recognize. Something ancient and magnetic sparks. Two monsters. One mirror. Then begings an unholy alliance. Robberies. Murders. Artful revenge. They don't just kill-they perform. Each crime is a twisted love letter to the other. As their faces begin to fill headlines and wanted posters, they become legends. "The Devil's Teerak". But love, unlike murder, leaves you exposed. Because falling for each other means losing control. When the police starts catching up, and the cracks begin to show, will their love survive the chaos they created? Or will they be each other's final masterpiece?