Theloyalpin Stories

Фрин - центр внимания, и объект обожания всех учащихся универа. Бекки - тихоня которая заинтересовала фрин.

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.

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 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.

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.

Freen and Becky navigate the beautiful chaos of their morning-juggling work, a new baby on the way, and a five-year-old's triumphant first day of kindergarten-they pause for a brief, loving snapshot of their perfectly imperfect family life.

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.

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)

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 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!

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.

(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.

(ONE SHOT) In the hush of Pine Palace, Lady Pilantita wishes only for a simple birthday-making merit with Anil, and sharing laughter, devotion, and love that asks for nothing in return. But when shy smiles turn into bold promises, the night blossoms into something more: a celebration of desire, tenderness, and the quiet certainty that they belong wholly to each other.

The story is not mine. It is a converted story as I loved it very much. Credit goes to the original author.

(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.

Freen and Becky, college sweethearts turned lovers, built their life together on late-night calls, shared dreams, and a small apartment in Bangkok. Freen became a lieutenant officer; Becky, a lawyer. Love was their anchor until one crime unraveled everything. A man falls to his death. The suspect: Charlotte The twist: Charlotte's wife, Engfa, hires Becky as her defense lawyer. Suddenly, Freen and Becky-once inseparable-stand on opposite sides of the same case. Freen sees guilt in Charlotte's every move, but the friendship bond she unexpectedly forms with the suspect blurs her judgment. Becky, loyal to her client, uncovers truths that point toward Charlotte's guilt... until Engfa shares her self-doubt with her. Doubt about Charlotte. Doubt about Freen. Doubt about love itself. Home becomes fragile. Work becomes war. Every glance and silence between them turns into a test of trust. As the trial looms, one question burns: Will they solve the mystery without breaking each other? Or will the truth be the very thing that destroys them?

Rebecca isn't looking for love. She isn't looking for destiny, reincarnation, or the kind of attraction that hijacks your body before it ever touches your heart. But in Bangkok-loud, fevered, ancient beneath its glitter-love doesn't wait politely. It devours. Sarocha is impossible. Elegant, aloof, magnetic in ways that defy sense. From the moment they meet, the connection is instant-visceral, inescapable, like something old waking up between them. Rebecca doesn't believe in past lives. But her body does. Her soul does. And Sarocha? She's been waiting. As passion flares into obsession, Rebecca is pulled into a world she never imagined-of forgotten gods, ancestral curses, and a bond that runs deeper than blood. The closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes. Not because they don't want each other-because they do. Desperately. Recklessly. Maybe ruinously. Some loves are meant to save you. Some are meant to set you on fire. This one might do both.

In the heart of Bangkok's fine-dining world, Busaya Methin is a force-ruthlessly precise, fiercely respected, and charged with protecting the legacy of a two-time Michelin-starred restaurant. She has no time for mistakes, distractions, or loud-mouthed celebrity chefs with too many opinions and far too much charm. Enter Phinya Thananont-James Beard Award winner, media darling, and the newest head chef handpicked to lead the kitchen. She's back in Thailand for reasons she won't say, and she's here to cook like she owns the place. They clash where it matters most: the kitchen, where every detail is war and every service a battlefield. But salt, after all, is a matter of taste-and so is love.

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.