For nearly a decade, Freen and Becky have been inseparable-best friends bound by late-night conversations, shared dreams, and a comfort that feels too natural to question. They know each other's habits, fears, and silences better than anyone else ever could. To the world, they are simply best friends. To each other, they are home. But time has a way of changing feelings. While one of them quietly carries a love too deep to confess, the other embraces her freedom-enjoying her single life, flirting without guilt, and believing love can always wait. Laughter fills their days, but beneath it lingers an unspoken tension, a fragile line neither dares to cross. Loving from the sidelines becomes an act of endurance. Staying close means watching from afar, choosing loyalty over longing, and fighting for love not with grand confessions-but with patience, presence, and silent devotion. Being there during heartbreaks, celebrating happiness that isn't yours, and wondering if love is proven by waiting... or by risking everything. As moments pile up and emotions grow harder to ignore, the question remains: Can love survive when it is hidden for too long? Will courage finally disrupt the safety of friendship? Or will Freen and Becky remain best friends forever-carrying feelings that were real, but never spoken?

They were never friends. Not on First day , not in first year, and definitely not now-when they've been forced to work together. Sarocha Chankimha-composed, sarcastic, and effortlessly brilliant. Rebecca Armstrong-fiery, loud, and never second to anyone the absolute sunshine. Their rivalry is legendary on campus. From basketball courts to student council elections, it's always been one thing: war. But what happens when work meetings, sharp words, and accidental glances blur the lines? What happens when hate starts to feel... dangerously close to something else? College life is messy. But falling for your worst enemy? That's chaos with consequences. Enemies. Rivals. And maybe... something more.

Freen Chankimha, the daughter of a world-renowned business tycoon, but despite her father's wealth, she chose to live a simple life with her mother. Until her father decided to gave her one of the businesses that the Chankimha's owned. And she couldn't refuse it. This wasn't a problem for Freen, because she knew in herself that she could run the company on her own and make it more successful. But little did she know, her father already agreed on the collaboration with the Armstrong's. Something that made Freen angry, not because of the collaboration itself, but because she will got to work with the person that she hate the most. Rebecca Armstrong. Kind, beautiful with brain, charismatic -- in short, she's all in one package. Yet, she pay no attention to it, not when her world only revolve to Freen Chankimha.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake