"I didn't steal your innocence. I kept it where no one else could touch it. "Even if you run, every road leads back to me. I made sure of it." "Loving you didn't ruin me. It revealed what I was always capable of." Freen A love that was never meant to exist... yet neither of them could stop it. -WARNING:⚠️ This story is meant to be scenarios for age gap couples it is written for entertainment purposes only. It is not meant to offend, disrespect, or misrepresent anyone. If this genre or storyline is not to your taste, feel free to stop reading. Dark romance Forbidden relationship mature content English is not my first language, please avoid errors-

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is fire. At twenty-three, she is the quiet CEO of Armstrong Enterprises. Cold, powerful, and always in control. Five years ago, her wedding went wrong. The groom ran away. So her grandfather found a replacement. Freen Sarocha Chankimha. An orphan. Uneducated. Too loud for rich people. Too mischievous for rules. A storm. And somehow... the storm became the husband of the fire. Their marriage was never love. It was duty. Now they live in the Armstrong mansion with their four-year-old daughter Mon-a tiny thunder who runs around screaming "Daddy!" and causing daily chaos. Becky is fire. Freen is storm. Mon is thunder. The mansion is tired. The fire never looks at the storm. But the storm is still there... cooking, driving, gardening, and accidentally annoying rich relatives. And somewhere in this marriage of duty- someone is actually enjoying the duty a little too much. Captain. 🌩️⚡🔥 --- Freen G!P ---

"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. ..........................

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂? 𝓨𝓮𝓼, 𝓸𝓯𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

She's used to measuring beams and calculating loads. She's used to measuring consequences and maintaining control. When Imani, a skilled construction worker, crosses paths with Evelyn, the brilliant and determined daughter of a powerful CEO, sparks fly where they least expect it. In a world of deadlines, steel, and dust, the lines between professionalism and desire blur. Every glance, every accidental touch, threatens to tip the carefully built boundaries they've set for themselves. But the more they resist, the closer they fall-to each other, to temptation, and to a future neither can predict. Foundations are tested. Hearts are at stake. And some structures, like love can't be rushed.

Francesca Grey thought she'd finally escaped the perfect little town that never really knew her. Three years in Los Angeles taught her how to breathe again - how to be invisible, free, and entirely her own. But when an invitation arrives for her father's wedding - to a twenty-one-year-old woman she's never met - Frankie finds herself driving back toward the life she swore she'd left behind. What she doesn't expect is for the return to stir everything she thought she'd buried - memories of her mother, the weight of who she used to be, and the quiet ache of belonging she's never quite found. And then there's her. Someone unexpected. Someone who sees her in the way the town never could - not as who she was, but who she might still become. In a town where every face remembers her past, Frankie must decide whether home is a place she escaped... or a person she's just beginning to know.

Blake Powell, a 21 year old Army soldier in the 1930s, enlisted as an escape and search for freedom from the pain of her past and the constant bullying and ridicule for something she can't control. The Army was her way out, offering a structure, purpose, and a chance to prove her strength. Her decision came with a heavy cost, leaving her younger sister in the town of Vallown's orphanage, a choice that will haunt her every waking moment.She has to hide her breast using bandages and hide her extra appendage, or else she will risk the same constant cycle of abuse; but she was determined to fight for her country and help those in need. Riley Corvin, a 24 year old nurse in the Army during the 1930s, chose a life of service away from the rich halls of her wealthy family. Born as the daughter of the richest household in the town of Hallow, she fled home to escape an arranged marriage and the high standards her parents set for her. The man truly loved Riley, but she couldn't return his feelings, and the prospect of a life without freedom drove her to find it. She was drawn to medicine and helping others since she was little, so she found a purpose in helping wounded soldiers. Guys also admire and harass her because of her beauty. She struggles with trust even as she devotes herself to heal other people, and she has a sassy attitude and built a wall up to protect herself. what happens when they're on opposite sides of the battlefield and they have to battle the struggles of love, their differences, being on opposite side, trauma, regret, oppression, and more. Read their journey together to understand the differences in love and war. °☆☆° #9 on fighting

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

"Avery, meet John and his daughter Mia." I greeted John kindly since my mom likes him apparently. Still don't really approve of him but if she does then I guess I will try to as well. "Mia, go on and greet them don't just ignore them because your mad about this." I looked at Mia and right then she looked at me. We locked eyes and all I could feel was a rush of excitement and thrill. Oh no.. "What's up with her? Does she have a disability? Why is she just staring at me..?" John smacked Mia on the back of her head because of her disrespect. She groaned in return. "I'm so sorry about that, Avery. Just ignore what she said and please try to get along. Both of you." I paid no mind to his words since all that was coursing through my mind was one word. Mate.

At 35, she owns hotels, cruises, magazines, and more. Faye never wants to marry and always changes lovers. After hormone therapy six years ago, her body began to change-and her desire became stronger than ever. She is surrounded by beautiful women like Lingling, a famous model she's been seeing for years, and Freen, her loyal assistant. Then there's Yoko, a sweet and smart 20-year-old girl who's part of the family-and may soon change everything. Originally written by @Yinyang2025 - all credit goes to the author. I'm just translating it. * This is a g!p story. 🔞