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.

Some stories don't need a name. Just two hearts finding their way. When Becky's world falls apart-her fiancé cheating with her cousin, her future unraveling in a single moment-she doesn't expect the quietest person in the room to become her loudest support. Freen has always admired Becky from a distance. Confident, driven, and untouchable... until now. One night, one unexpected act of kindness, and a twist of fate pull them into a connection neither of them saw coming. As Becky faces an unplanned pregnancy and a future she never imagined, Freen stays by her side-not as a savior, but as something deeper. Something real. Through stolen glances, late-night talks, and unspoken moments, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. This isn't a love story with grand gestures or perfect timing. It's about choosing someone when it matters most. Even if you don't have the right words for it yet.

Warning: Mature Content - explicit, highly detailed scenes - The road to being together is not so easy. Feelings, work, jealousy and sex, a whole range of sensations that will shake up Freen Sarocha and Becky Armstrong and make them discover their limits. They will explore their feelings and their sexuality together, experiencing different first times (First touch, first kiss, accessories, domination...) which will crescendo over the chapters. PS : This story is fiction and if Freenbecky are not fictional characters, the name has become public enough and subject to reuse.

Becky and Freen have always been best friends-until lingering glances and stolen touches make them question everything. As their feelings grow, they must decide if risking their friendship is worth a chance at forever.

Freen comes to a realisation regarding her feelings and serious attraction toward a certain Nong. Her favourite Nong to be precise.

Freen and Becky's story begins in the quiet halls of an orphanage, a place meant to heal but often filled with shadows of the past. Freen, just 12 years old, carries the weight of trauma from her failed adoptions, vowing never to leave the orphanage until she turns 18. Becky, only 8 and the sole survivor of a tragic house fire, arrives with nowhere else to turn. Despite their age difference and painful histories, the two form an unbreakable bond. Freen becomes Becky's protector, her confidant, her family. Over the years, their connection grows stronger than anything either of them has ever known. But fate isn't kind. Four years later, a family comes to adopt Becky, shattering their fragile world. Freen is left behind, heartbroken. She makes a promise-to herself and to Becky-that once she turns 18, she will find her again. As the years go by, life tests their resolve. Will Freen and Becky find their way back to each other? Or will the hardships of life pull them further apart? This is a story of resilience, sacrifice, and the enduring power of love and family in the face of life's greatest challenges.

When Becca meets Freen, a soldier home on leave, her life is completely tipped upside down in an instant. As they start talking, Becca feels drawn to Freen; there's something about her warmth and openness that fills the gap left by Becca's troubled childhood. Growing closer over the next few months, falling fast for each other, the two of them find themselves unable to stay away, but Freen's next deployment is inevitable, and with promises that she'll come home, Becca waits for her. Disclaimer: Story is not mine, I only adapted it to FreenBecky Fanfic because I love this piece and I love FB. I want to see them portray the characters in this story.

𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴!! . . 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘒𝘠 𝘛𝘖𝘗!!! . . 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧o𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬.

El lamento nostálgico y futurálgico de un pasado que ya no existe y un futuro que ya no será me persigue por lo que debo emprender este viaje, ojalá me acompañaras en el de la misma manera en la que me acompañaste tantos años. La pérdida de un futuro no es la pérdida del futuro mientras haya posibilidad de un mañana hay posibilidad de otros amores pero solo si estamos abiertos a ellos. Mi amor por ti vivirá eternamente dentro de mi... ¿si hubiéramos sido más fuertes y menos cobardes esta historia tendría un final feliz? ¿Podemos hacerlo? ¿Ahora podemos reescribir la historia y darle el final que tanto anhelamos? Soy Rebecca Armstrong y esta es mi historia...

FreenBecky : Somos como hermanas que viven juntas, no hay más que eso. Nam: ¿Acaso no notan la tensión? *FICCIÓN*