A stolen bride. A ruthless girl who once loved her. A city that fears their reunion. Becky and Freen were never meant to meet again. But fate - and bullets - bring them back together. Trust is broken. Passion isn't. And falling in love again might just start a war.

While filming a tender love scene for their next series The Loyal Pin, co-stars Becky and Freen find themselves caught in a moment that blurs the line between acting and reality. But when a scene turns too intimate, they're left alone in the dark with everything unspoken. the smut is definitely shameless, the sapphic chaos ? Very much unhinged btw, I'm a yapper, come yap with me in the comments MUAAAH Fic is done on here, I added chapters that continues the story on A03, same name, same username. It gets weirder because I experiment, also I might not finish so..yea

BeckFreen | GL | BDSM | 18+ Explicit | Angst & Healing Inspired from the Yuri - Lilith! Freen Sarocha hides behind a perfect smile. By day, she's the beloved senior teacher. By night, she's suffocating-collared and whipped by her manipulative boss, Heidi, who owns every breath she takes. Then Becky Armstrong returns. The junior teacher who once worshipped "P'Freen" from afar. Sweet. Innocent. Until one late-night glimpse through a cracked door changes everything. Becky sees Freen on her knees. Begging. Broken. Something dark awakens inside her. A hunger to command. To claim. To make Freen kneel only for her. Heidi won't let go without a fight. Jealous. Cruel. Dangerous. But Freen is tired of not breathing. One whip. One whisper. One choice. And everything could shatter... or finally feel like freedom. Warning: This story contains explicit BDSM, power dynamics, emotional abuse (from villain), and mature themes. Read at your own risk. Consensual only between main couple.

Prologue The rain hammered against the apartment window as Freen stared at her phone, hands trembling. Her mother's voice still echoed in her head from the devastating call. 'Mind is gone.' Her sister-her only ally-was dead. A car accident. Gone in an instant, leaving behind ten-year-old Annie. "Freen?" Nam's voice came from behind her. "What's wrong?" "My sister..." The words came out as barely a whisper. "She's dead." Three pairs of arms surrounded her as the sobs came. Nam, Heng, and Noey-her chosen family for the past five years since she'd left home with nothing but a guitar and broken dreams. Through her grief, her mother's other words echoed: 'Annie is to be in your care. Not ours. Yours." Mind had chosen her. Even after years of separation, Mind still believed in her enough to entrust her with the most precious thing in her life. But how could she? Someone who jumped at loud noises, who had panic attacks, who could barely take care of herself-how could she care for a grieving child? "I have to go back," Freen whispered. "I have to go home." Home. The place she'd sworn never to return to. Where her father's voice still echoed, calling her worthless, saying her music was a joke. "Then we'll help you pack," Heng said simply. Freen looked at her friends-the ones who'd held her together through everything. Now she had to leave them behind to face her past. But somewhere in that hometown, a little girl was waiting. A little girl who'd lost everything, just like Freen had once lost everything. Mind had trusted her with this. The sister who'd snuck into her room to hear her practice, who'd believed in her dreams when no one else did. Maybe it was time to prove that belief hadn't been misplaced. Maybe it was time to go home.

Does love across a distance ever truly work? Especially when one is locked behind iron bars and the other is sent to her own prison thousands of miles away? Will Freen and Becky's teenage love survive the distance and the cruelty of people, or will it crumble under the pressure, leaving them both heartbroken and angry with everything and everyone-including each other? Coming home was a dream, but Freen is coming back to people and memories that stopped existing a long time ago. Becky has lived for years with her walls built high, never expecting Freen to walk back into her life. Note: This is the second part of the story The Closet. It is important to read the first book before starting this one. Fair Warning: This story is an emotional wreckage. It is not a happy, funny story. It is heavy, emotional shit that might leave you disappointed and craving something-anything-happy to happen. Be aware before reading: this will be painful.

She's the Ice Queen CEO who doesn't believe in love. She's the clumsy PA who trusts the universe a little too much. And when fate keeps throwing them together, one coincidence at a time... their greatest love story might not be on script but written in the stars. ✨ ✨ "When fate turns accidents into moments... hearts stop pretending."✨️

She Fell First. I Fell Harder They were just co-stars. Until a scene broke one. And silence broke the other. Behind every take was a truth neither dared to speak. But when the lines blurred, and she said she was leaving- I didn't know if I was still acting, or just too late.

What started as an affair became something neither Freen nor Becky could escape. Love was never supposed to be part of the plan, yet it grew, undeniable and intense. Now, as their love stands tested by betrayal and secrets, the real question remains: is love worth the risk of everything they will have to sacrifice?

The Closet. We've all been there-some for a moment, some for years. And some are still in there, because the world outside doesn't feel safe. There's a whole group of people who didn't just hide in the closet... they built a life inside it. They adapted. They learned how to smile with the door shut, how to love in secret, how to dream quietly. This story is about two of them-Freen and Becky. From teenage adventures and late-night laughs to stolen kisses and hiding from everyone, their closet was both their secret and their sanctuary. But growing up means the closet doesn't stay small. Life gets louder. People start peeking in. And some of the things you kept locked away come bursting out, whether you're ready or not. The Closet isn't just a story about first love. It's about surviving, exploring, breaking, and-maybe-finally choosing to live outside the door. This isn't just a moment-it's a whole messy, painful, hopeful life story. So buckle up. Sweet turns to spicy, soft turns to sharp, and I'm not holding back this time. You've been warned. 💔🌈 18±

"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! 😉