Theloyalpin Stories

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗘𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁 Freen Chankimha built her life on control. At twenty-eight, she's one of Bangkok's most feared CEOs-cold, untouchable, and determined never to repeat the mistakes that destroyed her family. She watched a fated bond turn love into possession, obsession, and ruin. So she made a promise to herself long ago: She would never let instinct decide her life. Becky Armstrong learned a different kind of lesson. Quiet, careful, and hidden behind the silence of university archives, she spent years suppressing every Omega instinct she had after watching her father leave their family for his "true mate." Love, destiny, bonds-none of it felt safe enough to trust. Finding your mate after twenty-five is almost impossible. Finding them when both of you have spent your entire lives running from the idea? Disastrous. When Freen catches Becky's scent for the first time-rain, paper, and something heartbreakingly alive-it shatters everything she thought she wanted. But some bonds aren't built on fate alone. And some people need to choose each other first. A slow-burn FreenBecky Omegaverse about control, loneliness, inherited trauma, healing, and learning the difference between possession and love. Copyright © 2026 Miss_Ae All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic methods without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Freen Sarocha - a cold, powerful CEO who never lets anyone get close to her. Becky Armstrong - a bright and stubborn girl who unexpectedly enters Freen's life. What starts as simple encounters slowly turns into something deeper... something dangerous. But when jealousy, secrets, and obsession begin to surround them, will love survive... or will it destroy everything?

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.

I know we can't be together but... I watch her hands, the way they move; all I can think about is how much I want them to touch me. Sometimes her hands brush against mine. I know it means nothing to her, not the way it means everything to me. Her lips look soft; they leave me aching to find out what they taste like. When she smiles, it leaves me wishing I was the reason behind it. But no matter how much I wish, she'll never see me the way I see her. She will never like me.🙃🫠

In a quiet vineyard nestled in the misty hills of Khao Yai, Phinya Thananont-runs a small wine bar and restaurant far from the violence of her past. One rainy, stormy night, Busaya Methin and little boy stumble into her life, seeking warmth, shelter, and safety. What begins as an act of kindness unfolds into something deeper. Beneath the Vines evokes the idea of quiet strength, hidden pain, unexpected growth, and love that takes root slowly-sometimes in the shadow of trauma.

Pin has a complicated relationship with her mother Khun Sam, since childhood, her mother has been monitoring her relationships choosing who should interact with her daughter, this pushed Pin to keep her new relationship until she decides to confront the truth, would Sam stop over protecting Pin if she found out who she is dating?

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.

(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.

(This series is a direct continuation of my one-shot : Never Truly Fade. I recommend reading that one first, since it lays the groundwork for Phin and Bua's reconnection) Eight years after they parted ways, Bua and Phin meet again by chance-older now, carrying the weight of everything they've lived through apart. What begins as a quiet reconnection over shared memories turns into something deeper, as the two women navigate what it means to love each other in the present, with all the tenderness, longing, and hard-earned honesty that only time can bring.

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.

Freen, a carefree high school student bumped into Becca, the one who will change her routine in life.

What would Rebecca want from Santa? A second chance with Freen, of course. _____ Short story (three parts). FreenBecky converted. Original story by ©devje

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

Freen, a confident CEO with a unique identity, and Becky, a sharp lawyer, share a deep and passionate love. Their journey is filled with romance, humor, intimate moments, and challenges, including grief from a miscarriage and the complexities of life together. With unwavering support, they build a beautiful family

Freen Chankimha just wants to survive as an artist in Chicago, but between rent and paintbrushes, her bank account is screaming for help. So when she finds a spacious, surprisingly cheap apartment in a dream neighborhood, she doesn't hesitate to take the offer. Her new roommate, the enigmatic Mrs. Rebecca Armstrong, is polite, attentive, and dangerously attractive. She writes her handwritten letters, takes an interest in Freen's art, and always asks how her day has been... but there's something about her that feels too perfect to be real. And when Freen discovers bags of blood in the fridge, she starts to understand why. _____ Freenbecky converted story. All credits go to the original author. Converted version by ruby_izb. Translated by me.