Anilpin Stories

Multiple GL couples

The city hummed with life. Neon signs flickered over busy streets, the distant sound of laughter mixed with the rhythmic buzz of motorbikes weaving through traffic. The Chao Phraya River shimmered under the golden glow of streetlights, as boats gently bobbed along its restless currents. Standing at the edge of the water, Freen dug her hands deep into her jacket pockets, staring at the skyline. Somewhere behind her, the world carried on-street vendors calling out their final orders, tuk-tuks zipping past, couples walking hand-in-hand toward midnight cafés. But in her head? A quiet war raged on. She was losing Becky. Not literally, of course. Becky wasn't moving away. She wasn't disappearing into thin air. Yet, somehow, the reality felt worse. In two weeks,, Becky would be someone's wife. Someone else's comfort, someone else's safe place. And Freen, for the first time in her life, didn't know how to stop herself from feeling- Feeling what, exactly? Jealousy? Pain? Love? A familiar voice broke through the noise. "I knew I'd find you here." Freen turned. Becky.Standing there in her oversized hoodie and denim shorts, looking at Freen like she knew exactly what was going on. Like she had been waiting for her to admit it. They stood in silence for a moment, the city pulsing around them, neither willing to speak first. Until Becky, with quiet hesitation, asked- "If you could wish for one thing right now, what would it be?" Freen swallowed. Her chest ached, but she still managed a smile. "I wish we never had to part." And just like that, Becky knew. She knew everything. Original story © Crazedwriter123 (Story teller)

Becky has the internship coming up and Freen's separation anxiety is acting up I got this idea after seeing Becky's live where she talked about her graduation and thought how her internship would affect Freen. ( I just got delulu) This is my first fanfiction and English is not my first language so spare me Based on Real people but this is a fictional story that I made up in my head

Its a zombie based story of Freen Becky.

About AnilPin. SamMon. . . . Just read the story & you will you know. My first Fanfiction, please bare with my poor writting skills. Maybe short/maybe long...??? . . . English is not my first language. Sorry for all the grammatical issues.

Becky Armstrong's life was a symphony of precision and control. As a brilliant medical examiner, she approached every case with a logical mind and a steady hand. Her personal life was equally streamlined, with her daughter, Anna, being the center of her universe. But on this particular day, something felt off-kilter. Maybe it was the way the sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air. Or maybe it was the way Anna's laughter echoed through the hallway, a carefree sound that seemed to hold a hint of foreboding. Whatever the reason, Becky couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. And then, like a whispered secret, it happened. A knock on the door, an introduction, and a pair of piercing green eyes locked onto hers. Freen Sarocha Chanmika, the tough-as-nails detective, had walked into their lives, and Becky felt the axis of her world tilt ever so slightly. Sometimes you can feel the moment when your life changes; something happens and you feel a shift. Becky Armstrong didn't believe in fate; not really, and yet the day she and her daughter, Anna, met Freen Sarocha Chanmika, she couldn't help feeling like somehow her life had changed. She wasn't really sure what she felt that day, but watching Freen connect with Anna in a way that few others could, she couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe it was fate.

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.

Converted Fanfiction! Credit goes to original author!! Can be read as oneshot but each chapter is related to one another as a flow :) Enjoy!!

Having overcome the shadows of her tragic past, former MotoGP racer Freen was finally healing when Becky came into her world. But when life throws them an unexpected twist, will Freen stand her ground or let fear drive her away? Adapted fanfiction:) Credit goes to original author!

(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.

She was a specter, a ghostly figure shrouded in darkness. Her eyes had lost their sparkle, her heart its beat. She existed solely to carry out her missions, her soul long since sold to the highest bidder. The world had taken everything from her, leaving behind only a hollow shell. But then, she saw her. A vision in blonde, a ray of sunshine in a world gone mad. For the first time in years, something stirred within her. A spark of curiosity, a flicker of hope. As their paths collided, the phantom's icy facade began to crack. The code she'd lived by for so long was challenged by the sudden, inexplicable appearance of feelings. Emotions she thought were long dead and buried. Now, she's faced with an impossible decision: follow her heart or adhere to her code. Will she choose the familiar comfort of her shadowy existence or take a chance on love and redemption? The fate of her soul hangs in the balance. What will happen when the killer falls for her target?

Sequel to the story "When the Script Changes." This one, will follow Freen and Becky as they navigate life as new parents, balancing their love, responsibilities, and the chaos of raising Mon and Pin while still keeping their relationship strong.

Just give it a try.... I hope you will find it interesting.... ☺️

Freen Sarocha Chankimha, a tough-as-nails, no-nonsense recruit from a law enforcement family, and Becky Patricia Armstrong, a free-spirited, artistic newcomer, couldn't be more different. Yet, fate brings them together at the police training academy, where they're forced to share a room. Their initial clashes spark a fierce rivalry, with each trying to outdo the other in every aspect of training. The tension between them builds, culminating in an explosive brawl that puts their entire careers at risk. But when an unexpected incident forces them to rely on each other, their dynamic begins to shift. Will they be able to put aside their differences and become unlikely allies, or will their rivalry continue to simmer? Let's dive into the journey of Freen and Becky, from sworn enemies to... well, that's for us to discover!

💔 Prologue - Freen The first time I lost a heartbeat, it wasn't in an operating room. It was on a Tuesday, under a mango tree. I was seventeen. She was everything. They say you never forget your first failure. But no one tells you that your skin remembers it too-the way it tightens when the silence drags too long, the way your hands twitch when the monitor flatlines. Not every wound bleeds. Some just echo. Years have passed. Degrees earned, white coats collected, hands steadied over scalpel and skin. I've stitched lungs back to life, kept hearts beating longer than they wanted to. But tonight... Tonight, a girl collapsed under lights and cameras, and they wheeled her through my ER doors with fire on her skin and ice in her veins. She shouldn't matter. Just another patient. Just another case. But when her fingers twitched against mine, something cracked. I don't know her name. I only know her pulse doesn't follow the rules. And neither will I.

Freen Sarocha, a woman scarred by betrayal and loss, runs a flower shop that's her only refuge. Her once-vibrant spirit is buried under guilt and pain from her girlfriend Heidi's infidelity, her sister's tragic death, and a childhood fire that claimed her mother. Cold and distant, Freen vows never to love again. Enter Becky Armstrong, a bright and determined lawyer who stumbles into Freen's world through mutual friends. Despite a rocky start, an undeniable spark grows between them. As Becky learns about Freen's past and her hidden warmth, she embarks on a mission to break through Freen's walls and help her believe in love again. Through emotional highs, anxious lows, and moments of laughter, their journey weaves a tale of healing, trust, and rediscovered love.

The city pulsed under a velvet sky, its neon signs flickering like whispered lies. In a small apartment above the urban hum, Freen Sarocha leaned against the kitchen doorway, her eyes soft as she watched Becky Armstrong chop vegetables. The scent of garlic and basil swirled around them, wrapping their home in warmth. Three years of love, and Freen still felt her breath catch at Becky's shy smile. "You're staring," Becky said, her voice light, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at Freen with a playful grin. "Caught me," Freen replied, stepping closer. She slipped her arms around Becky's waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. "You're too pretty when you cook." "Maybe," Freen teased, pressing a kiss to Becky's cheek. The world felt perfect in that moment-just them, their laughter, their love. But Freen's phone buzzed on the counter, slicing through the calm. She sighed, checking the screen. A text from Nam, her forensic specialist: Phantom struck again. Meet at precinct. Urgent. Freen's stomach tightened. Phantom-the mafia boss who'd haunted her career, always slipping through her fingers. A shadow who left taunting notes and empty hideouts, mocking her every step. She hated how the case stole moments like this, pulling her from the woman she loved. "Work?" Becky asked, her eyes gentle but curious. She knew Freen's life as a police officer was a constant battle, one that weighed on her heart. "Yeah," Freen said, forcing a smile. "Gotta go. Save me some food, okay?" "Always," Becky promised, squeezing Freen's hand. "Stay safe, love." Freen grabbed her jacket and stepped into the city's restless night, the door clicking shut behind her. The city buzzed on, blind to the storm brewing. Freen and Becky's love was a beacon in the dark, but a shadow was watching, waiting to tear it apart. A shadow without a name, without a face-yet. And the chase had only just begun.

In a bustling high school in the heart of Bangkok, two unlikely worlds began to overlap. Freen Sarocha was the quiet newcomer, a reserved and brilliant student who seemed more comfortable buried in books than surrounded by people. Her mind worked with precision, but her emotions remained locked behind walls she'd built over time. Freen kept her distance, navigating life with logic as her anchor. Becky Armstrong was the opposite-a vibrant, outgoing athlete whose laughter could light up a room. Known for her kindness and charm, Becky thrived on connections, effortlessly weaving friendships wherever she went. She embraced chaos, living life like an endless adventure. Neither of them expected their paths to cross. And yet, in classrooms, during lunch breaks, and across shared sports fields, their lives began to intertwine-sparking moments of humor, curiosity, and something unspoken. But life is rarely simple. Freen's quiet admiration for Becky began to grow into something more-a connection she couldn't name, a longing she didn't know how to express. Becky, as warm as she was, never quite saw Freen's feelings for what they were. Uncertainty grew into pain for Freen, who eventually chose to leave. Leaving the school wasn't just about moving on; it was about protecting herself from heartbreak and finding space to build the life she'd dreamed of. Ten years passed. Freen became a successful doctor, channeling her focus and passion into helping others. Neither expected to see the other again. But fate isn't bound by logic. When they meet again-a chance encounter that neither could have predicted-the years fall away, leaving unresolved emotions and unspoken truths hovering between them. What happens next is a journey of rediscovery-of who they are now and what they meant to each other then. It's a second chance, not just for answers, but for something new. After all, some connections are too strong to be left in the past.