Becky Armstrong grows up hearing that she has no soulmate, something she can't confirm for herself because she's been blind since birth. Freen, on the other hand, is searching for a soulmate whose name leads nowhere, because according to everyone else, the Armstrongs never had a daughter. How can she have a soulmate who doesn't exist?

Lonely? Call 1-800-BSPUSSY. - This is a converted story by @soulpicnic

Freen Sarocha Chankimha, a tough-as-nails, no-nonsense recruit from a law enforcement family, and Becky Patricia Armstrong, a free-spirited, artistic newcomer, couldn't be more different. Yet, fate brings them together at the police training academy, where they're forced to share a room. Their initial clashes spark a fierce rivalry, with each trying to outdo the other in every aspect of training. The tension between them builds, culminating in an explosive brawl that puts their entire careers at risk. But when an unexpected incident forces them to rely on each other, their dynamic begins to shift. Will they be able to put aside their differences and become unlikely allies, or will their rivalry continue to simmer? Let's dive into the journey of Freen and Becky, from sworn enemies to... well, that's for us to discover!

Rain poured over Bangkok, neon lights flickering in the alley where Irin stood, clutching a chip that could unravel the Crimson Lotus Syndicate. Freen Sarocha emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding. "You shouldn't be alone," she warned, taking the chip from Irin's trembling hands. "I'll protect it-and you." But as Irin fled, a figure watched from the darkness. Miles away, Becky Armstrong sat surrounded by photos of her missing sister, Irin, her eyes locked on Freen's name. "I'll make her pay," she vowed, her voice cold with vengeance. A storm brewed, setting two worlds on a collision course, bound by a Red Vow of blood and passion. ⚠️ Mature scenes

I promised someone sweet that I'd write happy one-shots for them; so here it is :) Enjoy ♥️

Genres: 🕵️‍♀️ Spy Thriller | 💥 Action | 💖 Slow-Burn Romance | 🎭 Rom-Com | 😂 Humor | 💔 Angst (with fluff) | ✨ Enemies-to-Lovers Vibes When the world's most dangerous threats creep from the shadows-too deadly for governments, too secret for armies-there's only one name whispered through the highest ranks of power: Chen's CAE, the Thai intelligence force that operates above the law, below the radar, and beyond imagination. And now, a new darkness rises. A young, power-hungry billionaire-Krik-is secretly building a global criminal empire. His goal: complete control. His method: chaos. And the world's only hope? Chen's Angels-his most elite, most trusted, and most dangerous trio of agents. From the heart of the British Empire, comes Becky-a prodigy with a mind sharper than any weapon. From the ancient bloodlines of Rome, Nam-charming, wild, and lethal with a laugh that hides a storm. And from Asia's hidden depths, Freen-a graceful warrior with a stare cold enough to stop hearts and hands trained to break them. Together, they are the Holy Trinity-a force like no other. And amid all the chaos, when sparks begin to fly between two polar opposites-Freen and Becky-will their blooming chemistry shatter CAE's number one rule: "Don't get emotional. Emotions get you killed"? In a world where love is a liability and attachment is fatal, can they turn their bond into strength for the mission... or will it be the one thing that brings the entire world to its knees? And oh The Plot Twist......... ;) Let's find out..

Freen's life took an unexpected turn when she became embroiled in a scandalous video, prompting her fiancé Heng to send her far from the city's harsh scrutiny. Venturing back to her childhood home for solace, she soon found her past intertwining with her present. Collaboration with ashdmg ❤️

The flashbulbs were a relentless storm, each burst a tiny, searing sun aimed directly at her soul. Becky forced a smile, the kind she'd practiced a thousand times in front of a mirror, the kind that didn't quite reach her eyes. Another premiere. Another sea of faces blurring into a hungry mass. They wanted a piece of her - the actress, the icon, the flawless image plastered across magazine covers. No one saw the tremor in her hands, the tight knot of anxiety in her chest. Tonight felt different. The usual thrill of the red carpet was muted, replaced by a prickling unease she couldn't shake. A shadow lingered at the edges of the adoration, a whisper in the roar of the crowd. She'd tried to ignore the unsettling letters, the fleeting glimpses of a figure in the periphery. Richard, ever the worried father, had insisted. A bodyguard. An intrusion she hadn't wanted, hadn't asked for. Then she saw her. Standing a few feet away, a silent sentinel amidst the chaos. Dark suit, an air of quiet intensity that cut through the surrounding frenzy. Her gaze was direct, unwavering, assessing. Freen Sarocha. Her new shadow. Becky's breath hitched, a flicker of something unexpected stirring within the familiar dread. It wasn't relief, not exactly. It was... intrigue. This woman looked like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, and yet, there was a stillness about her that Becky found strangely compelling. She won't understand, a cynical voice whispered in Becky's mind. No one ever truly does. They saw the glamour, the success. They didn't see the loneliness that echoed in the empty spaces of her penthouse, the constant pressure to be someone she wasn't. But as Freen's eyes briefly met hers across the swirling throng, a different kind of understanding seemed to flicker there, a silent acknowledgment of the underlying tension. Or perhaps it was just her imagination, a desperate yearning for connection in a world that often felt isolating

After a devastating breakup, Freen turns to Becky in need of a friend, and ends up with so much more. - "If, one day, someone asks me how it all started; I'll have to say it was a granola bar that finally did me in." ***This is not my own story. I just converted it to a FreenBecky story*** ***Credit to the original author of this great story***