A High School Girl who fell in love to Student who she Never Imagine .

Becky wasn't looking for trouble-just a night to forget. A calm, compassionate soul, she had spent weeks drowning in silent agony, watching her brother slowly fade in a hospital bed. So when her best friend begged her to escape for one night, Becky gave in. The club was loud, intoxicating, and for a moment, she let go-dancing, drinking, and flirting like the world outside didn't exist. But as her hips swayed in rhythm with the music, she caught the attention of someone watching from the shadows. Freen Sarocha. Tall, dangerous, and impossibly magnetic. With eyes darkened by desire and a presence that demanded control, Freen saw something she wanted-and she always got what she wanted. "Bring her to me. I'll be upstairs," she said, disappearing into the VIP lounge without a second glance. Becky never expected that one night of escape would change her life forever. This A Freenbecky Adaptation Credit goes to real author @asleepunicornsreal Freen g!p Enjoyyyyy Guysssss 🫰❤️

Freen wipes Becky's spoon. Open a bottle cap for her. Buys her favorite milk tea. Calls her precious. Princess. Angel. But always ends it with "my little sister." How do you confess to someone who only sees you as a sister? How do you let go when your heart refuses to? And how much courage does it take... to finally wake up from a five-year dream you never wanted to end?

"I don't deserve to be happy, I don't deserve to have you, but even after all the things that happened, I still can't help but want you" Freen said as she finally let the tears that she's been holding back finally run down her face. ___________________ A freenbecky fanfiction. It's a story that I have been trying to write for quite some time now. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. I wrote this story for entertainment purposes only. It's my first time writing a fanfiction so please do go easy on me.

She owns the hospital. She owns my heart. And now, she wants to throw them both away. Dr. Freen Sarocha is a celebrated Cardio thoracic surgeon, a devoted mother, and a wife desperately in love. There's only one problem: her wife, Dr. Becky Armstrong, the brilliant, icy trauma surgeon and sole owner of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, has fallen out of love with her. After 14 years together, Becky wants a divorce. The judge's verdict is a cruel twist: one year of forced cohabitation to "reconcile" for the sake of their three-year-old daughter. Now, Freen must share a home-and a bed-with the woman who views her with polite indifference. Freen's Rules for Survival: 1. Don't touch. 2. Don't cry. 3. Don't hope. 4. Try everything to win her back anyway. But the more Freen tries, the colder Becky becomes, building walls not just between them, but between Freen and their daughter. In the high-stakes world of Grey Sloan, where they navigate life and death daily, Freen must perform her most delicate operation yet: mending a family that only one of them believes is worth saving. Can a heart that knows every suture hold itself together when its own foundation is crumbling?

She was her father's most trusted secret. She became Rebecca's most dangerous confusion. When a shadowy threat crashes into actress Rebecca Armstrong's glittering world, a mysterious woman whisks her away into the night-without warning, without explanation. Trapped in a secluded safehouse with someone she believes is her kidnapper, Rebecca is desperate for answers. But Freen Sarocha isn't just anyone. She's an elite agent with a mission: protect Rebecca at all costs. Even if that means locking her away. Even if it means risking her own heart. In a world where nothing is as it seems, can trust bloom in isolation? Or will the secrets between them burn everything down?

In the quiet northern town, Becky runs Petal & Thorn, a cozy flower shop where every petal holds a piece of her heart. Passionate, cheerful, and grounded, she's built a life of simple beauty-until chaos moves in upstairs. Then Freen entered, the enigmatic, sharp-tongued new tenant. With her brooding calm, sarcastic charm, and a frustrating habit of pushing Becky's buttons, Freen becomes an unavoidable presence in both the building and Becky's head. What begins as playful banter slowly gives way to complicated chemistry. Freen's teasing digs under Becky's skin, but her concern-masked behind snark and deflections-speaks of deeper layers Becky can't ignore. And despite their clashing personalities, moments of vulnerability begin to chip away at their guarded walls. Between nights together, unexpected kindnesses, and Freen showing up when she least expect to, Becky finds herself pulled into a world she didn't anticipate: one of secrets, unsaid apologies, and heartbeats that stutter for all the wrong reasons. As Becky fights to stay grounded in her tidy world of stems and petals, Freen's presence continues to unravel her. But love doesn't always bloom in perfect conditions. Because sometimes, love doesn't come softly. Sometimes, it crashes in like a storm-and all you can do is hold on.

The coffee was terrible, but Freen had bigger problems. Like the fact that she was about to meet the new prosecutor-some Harvard Law graduate who probably thought proper procedure was more important than actually catching criminals. She'd heard the rumors: uptight, by-the-book, the kind of lawyer who made cops rewrite reports for using "definitely" instead of "appeared to be." When Rebecca Armstrong walked up to her desk in her perfect charcoal suit and introduced herself with a handshake that screamed 'professional boundaries,' Freen knew the rumors were true. Beautiful, polished, and already frowning like Freen had disappointed her without even trying. Twenty minutes later, sitting across from each other in the conference room, they were practically glaring over case files. Rebecca wanted everything rewritten with "specific, observable details"-no conclusions, no interpretations, just facts. Freen wanted to solve crimes, not write dissertations. "You think proper procedure is useless if it lets criminals walk free," Rebecca had said, gathering her papers with sharp movements before leaving Freen alone with her terrible coffee and the distinct feeling that this was going to be the longest case of her career. She had no idea it would also change everything.

Secret service agent Freen Sarocha has been the head of Presidential Candidate Rebecca Armstrong's Secret Service detail for months, now. She has been there since Rebecca was nominated, and now she has been assigned to protect her for the next four years. Because Rebecca Armstrong is no longer just a candidate. "Congratulations, Madam President. I was rooting for you." Disclaimer: Story is not mine, I only adapted it to FreenBecky Fanfic because I love this piece and I love FB. P.S. Mention of Aliens. Yes, aliens are in this story.

Freen didn't know if it was love or hate; she honestly didn't know. This is a dark tale of love, tangled with pain, anger, violence, and heartbreak. In the end, will love emerge victorious, or will it be consumed by the chaos?