Theloyalpin Stories

Princess Chitrangadha Singh of Mewar was born into a world of palaces, traditions, and expectations. Varnika Chundawat was born close enough to stand beside her... but never close enough to truly belong there. Raised together within the royal palace, what begins as childhood attachment slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Hidden glances become jealousy. Loyalty becomes longing. And the line between princess and companion begins to blur in ways neither of them can control. But in a kingdom where duty matters more than desire, some feelings are not meant to survive. A slow-burn royal romance filled with forbidden love, palace secrets, family expectations, heartbreak, and the kind of devotion that refuses to disappear. NOTE : Inspired by the beautiful Thai series The Loyal Pin, this story is my own Indian historical reimagining set in the royal palaces of Mewar. All credit for the original concept and emotional inspiration goes to the creators of The Loyal Pin, whose story inspired me deeply enough to imagine a version rooted in Indian royalty, traditions, and history.

Cuando odias tanto estar en un lugar, ¿hasta dónde serías capaz de llegar para escapar de él?

FreenXbecky Little princess Sarocha Freen and her tiny little maid, Becca were inseparable until an unfortunate incident took place. The queen mother decided to force her head maid, Becky's mother out of her kingdom. The princess grew up to be a cold, unfeeling, short-tempered and unforgiving young adult, spoiled by her parents. She got whatever she wanted and everyone had to cater to all of her whims. The princess was 11 and her little maid was 7 when they parted. Now Becky shows up to the palace 13 years later. Will the princess and her maid rekindle their friendship? Read on to know. Is there any chance for the nature of their companionship to morph into something more than just princess and her maid? Read on to know.

Setelah tragedi buruk menerpa, Ariana dan Rebecca memutuskan untuk berpisah sejenak. Ya, kata Rebecca sore itu itu mereka butuh waktu. Membenahi segalanya terutama hatinya. Ariana mengangguk setuju meski menyembunyikan tangisnya. Setelah ia mempertaruhkan segalanya, rupanya takdir menganggap usahanya belum cukup untuk memiliki Rebecca. Sebentar. Ariana mempercayai segala ucapan Rebecca sore itu tanpa kecurigaan dan prasangka. Ia yakin Becca-nya akan kembali. Manusia favoritnya itu akan pulang. Meski sebentar yang Rebecca ucapkan itu sudah 3 tahun berlalu.

Singapore's underground pulsed with heat and noise, a warehouse alive with sweat and neon. The cage stood at its heart, rusted bars glowing under flickering lights. The crowd roared, hungry for blood, their shouts shaking the concrete walls. This was a place for fighters, not dreamers. Becky tightened her wraps, her knuckles bruised but steady. She wasn't here for fame. Every punch was for Jamie, her brother, fading in a hospital bed. His weak smile drove her, the tournament's prize money his only hope. She stepped toward the cage, fists ready, heart pounding. In the shadows, Freen watched. Her eyes were sharp, her mission sharper. Khun Tan, the warlord behind the tournament, had to die-her agency's orders were cold and clear. But as she scanned the crowd, her gaze caught Becky, fierce and unbroken in the cage's glow. A spark flared in Freen, one she couldn't ignore.The bell screamed, and the crowd erupted. Becky faced her opponent, her swings raw and relentless. Freen moved closer to Tan's box, her hand on a hidden blade, but her eyes drifted back to Becky, to the fire in her fight. Two worlds were about to crash-Becky's battle for love, Freen's dance with death. They didn't know each other yet, or the secrets that would bind them. Beyond the cage, a warlord's empire waited, a terrorist plot simmered, and a spark burned, ready to ignite. The fight was just beginning.

(ONE SHOT) Bua is running-from enemies, from the shadow of her father's empire. Survival means staying unseen, but the bruises she carries make hiding harder. Her refuge comes in an unlikely place: a quiet bar tucked into a narrow Bangkok alley, owned by Phin, a weary ex-cop who once swore she'd left danger behind. What begins as shelter turns into something neither expected-raw, burning intimacy in the small hours, a fragile trust forged in whispers and heat. But the past never stays buried. When it comes knocking, both women must decide if escape means running alone... or together.

Becky Armstrong never believed in love at first sight-until the day Freen Sarocha walked into the film set, hair tied up messily, holding her coffee like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Beck had seen beautiful people before. She'd worked with beautiful people before. But Freen was something else-effortless, like she didn't even know she was the reason the sun decided to rise. At first, Beck tried to play it cool. On set, she cracked her usual jokes, teased the crew, and acted like she didn't notice Freen glancing at her between takes. But in truth, every time Freen smiled at her, Beck's heart did a little somersault, the kind she hadn't felt since high school crushes and stolen glances across cafeteria tables. One afternoon, during a break, Beck found herself sitting on the steps outside the studio. She was scrolling her phone when Freen dropped down beside her. "You always hide out here," Freen said softly, her knee brushing Beck's. Beck smirked. "I could say the same about you." Freen tilted her head, eyes sparkling. "Maybe I'm just waiting for the right person to find me." And just like that, Beck was gone. Completely, hopelessly gone.

The rhythmic thud of pads and the sharp snap of kicks echoed through the humid gym air. Rebecca "The Rocket" Armstrong focused on her shin guards, familiar armor for the dance of eight limbs. Across the matted floor, Freen "The Fury" Sarocha moved with a fluid power that spoke of countless hours honing her devastating strikes. Their rivalry in the kickboxing circuit was legendary, Becky's lightning-fast combinations against Freen's bone-jarring power kicks. Their press conferences were battlegrounds of witty (and sometimes barbed) remarks. Becky recalled a particularly tense staredown after a weigh-in, the air thick with mutual challenge. But lately, a subtle shift had occurred. A lingering glance during training at a shared facility, a flicker of something unexpected beneath the competitive fire. As they both geared up for their next pivotal matches, unknowingly on a collision course, neither Rebecca nor Freen anticipated that their fiercest fight wouldn't be for championship glory, but for a surprising connection blooming amidst the sweats and strikes!

Three passionate teachers; Orm, Ling, and Freen navigate the ups and downs of life in and out of the classroom! With laughter, drama, and unexpected connections, this story reveals how love and lessons intertwine. Discover the secrets behind their bonds and the impact they have on each other and their students. Get ready for a heartwarming journey that proves teaching is about so much more than just chalk and talk!

The air in the Chankimha estate hummed with the polite anticipation of a long-standing friendship blossoming into family. Mr. Chankimha and Mr. Armstrong exchanged satisfied nods, envisioning a harmonious future for their daughters. Becky Armstrong offered a gentle smile, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she sat beside her parents. Across from her, Freen Sarocha Chankimha maintained her composed demeanor, a subtle whirring of logical gears turning within. "We believe a marriage between Freen and Becky would be a most... harmonious arrangement," Mr. Chankimha stated, his voice was warm. Freen, after a deliberate pause, countered, "While I acknowledge the logical benefits of familial compatibility, the variable of romantic affection remains unquantified." Her gaze turned to her parents. "Therefore, I propose a Phase One: Pre-Nuptial Romantic Involvement Protocol. A period of strategically designed interactions to assess our romantic compatibility." A beat of surprised silence followed. Becky, however, leaned forward, intrigued. "So, Freen... you want to study me... romantically?" Freen's analytical gaze met Becky's. "In essence, yes. To gather sufficient data for a successful and affectionate marital bond." And so began Freen Sarocha Chankimha's logical pursuit of romance, a pre-nuptial study that promised to be anything but predictable, as she embarked on her quest to find the algorithm of affection with the captivatingly unpredictable Becky Armstrong.

(One Shot) Years after their heartbreaking separation, a chance encounter brings veterinarian Phin and award-winning actress Bua back into eachother's orbit. Old wounds linger, but so does the love neither of them ever truly let go. On a quiet birthday evening in Chiang Mai, they find themselvesfacing the past-and daring to imagine a second chance.

In a quaint coastal town nestled between towering cliffs and endless waves, Freen and Becky find their paths crossing in the most unexpected way. Freen, a reserved textile artist haunted by self-doubt, returns to her childhood home to mend her fractured relationship with her estranged family. She spends her days weaving intricate tapestries inspired by the night sky, quietly pouring her emotions into her art. Enter Becky, a spirited astronomer and amateur stargazer whose ambitious mission is to establish a local observatory for her community. She's full of fire, laughter, and an unstoppable drive, but beneath her bright exterior lies a fear of losing her sense of belonging. One fateful evening, Becky and Freen meet under an unusual meteor shower while seeking solace at the same isolated cliffside. Their connection is instant but mysterious. Becky offers Freen the courage to explore her dreams beyond her threads, while Freen teaches Becky the beauty in stillness and introspection. Their bond deepens as Becky's observatory project intertwines with Freen's art, symbolizing a bridge between dreams and reality. But as the story unfolds, Freen's unresolved family tensions and Becky's uncertain career trajectory threaten their growing relationship. Can the two of them hold on to the love they've found, or will life's forces pull them apart like unraveling threads?

The humid Bangkok night clung to the city like a second skin, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of traffic. In the heart of the bustling metropolis, within the comforting walls of their apartment, a different kind of intimacy unfolded. Two souls, Freen and Becky, their lives interwoven with threads of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and unwavering affection, found solace in each other's presence. Their world, usually a harmonious blend of demanding careers and quiet moments, was on the cusp of an unforeseen shift, a subtle tremor beneath the surface of their peaceful existence, a ripple that would soon spread into a powerful current, pulling them into a fight they never anticipated. The unseen gears of fate were beginning to turn, their quiet love about to be tested by a force far greater than their individual ambitions.

For generations, the shifting blood had been a secret, a whisper in the shadowed corners of the world. Born under the crimson moon, they were the inheritors of an ancient magic, the ability to shed their human skin and walk in the guise of beasts. They lived among humans, their true nature masked by careful control and the constant fear of discovery. To reveal themselves was to invite persecution, to become a hunted anomaly in a world that prized the ordinary. Freen had known this truth since her first painful, exhilarating transformation under the age of ten. The world had fractured, bones contorting, senses exploding as she became something other, something wild. Her mother, her only guide, had taught her the delicate balance: how to shift with control, how to conceal the lingering scent of the wild, how to live a life half-hidden. "Trust no one with this truth," her mother had warned, her voice etched with the bitterness of past betrayals. "The world of humans fears what it does not understand. And fear breeds cruelty." Freen had heeded those words, building walls of careful neutrality around herself. Connection was a vulnerability she couldn't afford. The wildness within her was a volatile thing, a force that yearned for the open sky and the silent forests, a stark contrast to the constraints of human society. But the heart, untamed and unpredictable, sometimes defied even the most carefully constructed defenses. And in a bustling marketplace, amidst the mundane rhythm of human life, that carefully guarded heart had recognized a flicker of something... kindred. A spark in the eyes of a woman named Becky, a warmth that promised a light Freen had long denied herself. Little did Freen know that this spark would ignite a flame that would draw the attention of shadows far more dangerous than mere human prejudice. Shadows that had hunted her kind for centuries, led by a man who saw shape-shifters not as beings of magic, but as aberrations to be extinguished.

The humid night air of Bangkok hangs heavy, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, street food spices, and the faint perfume of jasmine. Neon signs blaze in a chaotic symphony of light, reflecting off the rain-slicked streets near the Chao Phraya River. The air buzzes with the energy of a city that never truly sleeps. The weight of responsibility settled upon Becky like the tropical humidity, clinging and persistent. Her gaze swept across the opulent display case, the ancient Naga Eye amulet nestled within, its emerald facets catching the vibrant reflections of the city outside. Generations of her family had been its custodians, their lives interwoven with its power, a silent vigil passed down through lineage. Tonight, however, the usual hum of the city felt different, laced with a subtle discord, a tremor beneath the surface of the vibrant chaos. They called her the Shadow Dancer, a whisper in the labyrinthine alleys and bustling markets of Bangkok. Freen. Her reputation preceded her - a phantom who could bypass any security, her motives as elusive as her presence. Becky had studied the fragmented reports, the legends of her daring heists, the bewilderment of those she'd outsmarted. A formidable adversary, undoubtedly, but one Becky was prepared to meet. Yet, as the distant siren wailed, cutting through the city's cacophony, a prickle of unease traced its way down Becky's spine. This felt like more than a simple act of theft. There was a desperation hinted at in the rumors, a frantic edge that suggested a larger game at play. As a faint shimmer disturbed the air near the locked display, a cold certainty took root in Becky's heart. Tonight, the most valuable thing at risk might not be a relic, but a heart fiercely guarded by shadows, unwilling to believe in the light.

The roar of the Bangkok crowd was a physical thing, a wave of sound that both energized and threatened to swallow Becky whole. Tonight, under the glare of the spotlights, she was the candidate - poised, articulate, the picture of a woman in control. But beneath the carefully applied makeup and the practiced smile, a different kind of tremor ran through her. Nop stood beside her, his hand a reassuring weight on her lower back for the cameras, for the voters, for her mother watching from some gilded living room. He played the part of the supportive husband flawlessly. Yet, his touch felt like a familiar, well-worn script, devoid of the spark that Becky increasingly yearned for. Her gaze flickered across the sea of faces, searching for a familiar anchor in the storm of the campaign. Jade, her rock, her best friend, stood just offstage, her expression a mixture of encouragement and sharp focus. They had navigated countless late nights and strategic meetings together, their bond forged in shared ambition. But lately, a different presence had begun to occupy Becky's thoughts, a quiet intensity that had slipped in like a shadow and now felt like a constant hum beneath her skin. A name, initially just a professional title, now echoed with a different kind of resonance: Chankimha. Tonight, the weight of expectation pressed down on Becky. The weight of a life chosen for her, a role she was expected to play. But somewhere, deep inside, a different script was beginning to write itself, one filled with unexpected turns and the undeniable pull of a heart yearning for something real, something unscripted.

WUHLUHWUH babies Natalie and Jasmine, who've known each other since middle school, meet again at a university business competition abroad. Despite a shared history and unspoken feelings, they never pursued romance. As they collaborate on the competition, old emotions resurface, forcing them to confront their true desires. Amidst academic pressures and personal growth, they wonder if this time, fate will finally bring them together. Add to the mix Becky and her gorgeous, lowkey-icon girlfriend Freen - a baker with abs, model looks, and just the right amount of drama. Between double dates, lingering glances, inside jokes, and a bit of jealousy (okay, maybe more than a bit), the four girls find themselves tangled in more than just project deadlines. Romance, tension, emotional chaos - it's all on the table. And with stakes this high, nobody's getting out unscathed.

In a world where scent meant everything, it defined the power and status one held in society. Rebecca, a noblewoman and an omega born without a scent, struggled beneath the weight of her family's expectations and the relentless judgment of others. She had long accepted her fate, to remain unmated and unmarried as for no Alpha would ever claim a scentless omega. But her shackles were broken by a powerful female Alpha named Freen. Freen, an army captain, belonged to a breed so rare and feared that her presence alone commanded respect. Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, she had lost her ability to scent during battle, leaving her to see herself as a damaged Alpha. Two souls defined by what they lacked, bound by the versions of themselves they thought they could never be. In a society ruled by instinct, they defied the very foundation of its laws, and in each other, they found a strength far greater than nature ever intended. ( Girl x G!p )

Fleeing danger in Bangkok, Bua and Phin escape to Pong Yaeng in the Chiang Mai mountains, where Phin's family runs a small resort. Amid misty hills and a close-knit community, Bua dreams of a fresh start while Phin confronts the family she left behind. But as their love and new life begin to take root, the shadows of what they left in Bangkok threaten to catch up with them. (This series is a direct continuation of my one-shot : Breath and Bruises. I recommend reading that one first, since it lays the groundwork for Phin and Bua's journey)