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. 🔞

Becky Armstrong is 23, but the world treats her like she's broken. Born premature into a wealthy family, she grows up protected by the only people who truly love her her parents. Freen Chankimha, 27 is powerful, cold, and untouchable or so everyone believes. A self-made CEO and an intersex woman, Freen trusts no one. Control is her survival, and emotions are a risk she refuses to take. After Becky's parents die, her world collapses. And when Becky looks at Freen and asks, "Are you still my safe person?" everything changes. Its Gip Story Freen is (intersex) if you're uncomfortable skip becuse its have 🔞 scenes All characters, events, and situations are completely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. All rights and credits are originally mine.

Hello, Freenbeckers! This is my first story. After your request, I'm finally posting it on Wattpad! (apologize for any mistake,coz English isn't my first language) A cold-hearted, strong, and wealthy CEO, Freen Sarocha, accidentally meets Becky Armstrong. From the very first day, they start to dislike each other. They are completely different by nature! But eventually, Becky Armstrong is appointed as Freen Sarocha's secretary. Let's see what happens between these two! If you searching for a enemy to love story then here it is, if you're searching for a mature love story then here it is, if you're searching for a love struggle story then here it is!! This story has everything love, friendship, fighting, argument, misunderstanding everything!!

Destiny is 25 she's struggling to keep up with her two jobs. she's an orphan and she has a 2 year old daughter named Angel, her ex boyfriend left her when she was pregnant. She's also a great painter. Tala is 29 she's a billionaire. She has hotels, casinos, night clubs...etc. She likes to fool around with girls, specially when they find out she's a mafia leader.She has scars on her face and body that she hides from the world and she's looking for someone to make a perfect portrait painting of her. *Highest Rankings* 1# gxg 1# girlxgirl 1# lesbian 1# wlw 1# lesbianromance 1# lesbian fiction 1# womanxwoman 1# intersex 8# mafia

This story is about young Crown Princess who fell in love with cold General. When she was 11 years old where General was 20 years old. After few years as Crown Princess was about to turn 18 year, her father King Ling made offer to General Lu to marry his daughter to her as General Lu had just returned from war after winning it,as a reward and also as Crown Princess was at right age of marriage but General Lu made request that she would only marry Crown Princess after she turned 18. _________________________________________ Join me in this journey to watch how a cold General will turn whipped cream for her lifeline,her wife. Updates every alternative days Another Story (Heartstring) GXG

Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

they say timin is everythin . they say sum lines arent meant tew be crossed . but feelins dont care bout rules , and neither do late nights dat turn into somethin real . Started: December 28th , 2025 . Ended: January 4th , 2026 . please read ! ⇣ i do not own these pictures they r from pinterest ! Lightskn'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .