L O M L ~.... Of My Life They were once everything to each other. Now, they're strangers with a past that won't stay buried." Freen and Becky fell in love when they were just girls - young, fearless, and convinced the world would bend to their love. Freen came from a modest background, while Becky belonged to a world of wealth, expectations, and a family that never truly accepted their relationship. Despite it all, they were happy. Until one day, Freen vanished without a word. Years later, Becky has rebuilt herself. Focused. Cold. Determined to take over her father's company. She's buried her past and locked the door tight. But when Freen suddenly returns - brought back into her life by a business proposition from her very own parents - the wounds she thought had healed begin to bleed again. Becky wants nothing to do with her. Freen still holds onto a truth she's never dared to tell. And neither of them is ready for the fire that still smolders between them. Sometimes, the past doesn't knock. It kicks the door open.

Becky, a popular TV presenter known for her harsh criticism of the LGBTQ+ community, finds herself falling for Freen, a bold and captivating queer woman. Caught between her public image and her true feelings, Becky is forced to confront the very truths she once denied.

Freen Sarocha is a centuries-old vampire trapped in an endless cycle of existence. While Becky is a truly good human, with a heart full of kindness. What will happen when these two worlds collide? What will Becky do when she learns about Freen's true identity?

What happens when widowed Rebecca Armstrong and pregnant prostitute Freen Sarocha cross paths? She kidnaps her, with good intentions of course. Will Becky help Freen realize she's worthy of happiness, or did they find each other too late? Beckfreen angst This is a Beckfreen Adaptation credit goes to Orignal author @raesl88 Becky g!p

Freen's job had certain rules, show up early, stay invisible, and never get in Becky Armstrong's way. But one unexpected meeting, one unspoken glance, and suddenly the lines between personal and professional start to blur dangerously.

Love was always so hard for me.." l looked up at her as my lips parted at what she said. I know we might have disagreements but I didn't except it to lead to us ending things. Then I saw a smile rise on her face as she reached out to hold my hand tightly " ..but you made it so much easier and and more beautiful than I even expected" l let out a sight of relief at what she said as she smiled rubbing her thumb over my knuckles since we can't kiss right now "I love you"

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐡𝐚 She had it all-success, charm, control. But a reckless dare from her friends in a drunken L.A night cost her the only thing that ever truly mattered: Becky. Now in London under the guise of business, Freen watches from the shadows, unable to move on, consumed by guilt and a longing that borders on obsession. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 Becky has rebuilt her life, hiding secrets of her own, including a new relationship and a past she's buried deep. But old wounds have a way of bleeding again. Now one question remains: Will redemption be enough to rewrite mistake of the past? ------------------------------ 'Still Yours" is a sequel of 'Forced Into You'. It can be read as a standalone but if you want a deeper understanding of this, you can read the prequel story.

Becky didn't want to be here. Nam had practically dragged her to this underground venue to watch some guitarist she'd never heard of. "Just give Freen a chance," Nam had insisted. "She's exactly what your band needs." Becky nursed her beer, rolling her eyes. She could find her own musicians, thank you very much. The fact that their last guitarist had quit three weeks before their biggest gig was just unfortunate timing. Then the lights dimmed, and Freen Sarocha Chankimha stepped into the spotlight. The music that flowed from her guitar was pure magic-haunting, raw, beautiful. Freen moved with fluid confidence, completely at home on stage. When her eyes swept the crowd and locked with Becky's for one electric moment, something shifted in Becky's chest. This wasn't just technical skill. This was artistry. As the final notes faded and the crowd erupted in applause, Freen smiled directly at Becky across the dim room. That smile sent warmth spreading through Becky's entire body, making her pulse quicken in ways she hadn't expected. She'd come here reluctantly and found exactly what her band needed. But she'd also discovered something she hadn't known she was looking for. What Becky didn't know was that Freen already belonged to someone else. Converted fanfiction!! Credit goes to original author!

The coffee was terrible, but Freen had bigger problems. Like the fact that she was about to meet the new prosecutor-some Harvard Law graduate who probably thought proper procedure was more important than actually catching criminals. She'd heard the rumors: uptight, by-the-book, the kind of lawyer who made cops rewrite reports for using "definitely" instead of "appeared to be." When Rebecca Armstrong walked up to her desk in her perfect charcoal suit and introduced herself with a handshake that screamed 'professional boundaries,' Freen knew the rumors were true. Beautiful, polished, and already frowning like Freen had disappointed her without even trying. Twenty minutes later, sitting across from each other in the conference room, they were practically glaring over case files. Rebecca wanted everything rewritten with "specific, observable details"-no conclusions, no interpretations, just facts. Freen wanted to solve crimes, not write dissertations. "You think proper procedure is useless if it lets criminals walk free," Rebecca had said, gathering her papers with sharp movements before leaving Freen alone with her terrible coffee and the distinct feeling that this was going to be the longest case of her career. She had no idea it would also change everything.

"I am pregnant" I said in a weak tone. "What?" Saro mumbled confusedly. I swallowed a lump in my throat and glanced at her. I am slightly nervous. I don't know how she will take it. Considering that none of us ever planned for this to happen. We didn't plan to have a baby. "I am pregnant" I repeated. ..........................