Beckyarmstrong Stories

Freen and Becky had built a life around love, laughter, little arguments, endless teasing, and the quiet certainty that they would always have each other. But sometimes, one ordinary night is enough to change the direction of an entire story. What happens when the person you know better than anyone suddenly feels just a little farther away? When the life you thought was certain begins slipping into questions you never expected to ask? A story about love, choices, heartbreak, and two people discovering just how far they are willing to go for something they once believed could never be lost.

နှလုံးသားကို ခလုတ်တိုက်သွားပြီးမှတော့ တည့်မတ်အောင် ပြုပြင်ပေးရမှာပေါ့ တီချယ်။ ႏွလုံးသားကို ခလုတ္တိုက္သြားၿပီးမွေတာ့ တည့္မတ္ေအာင္ ျပဳျပင္ေပးရမွာေပါ့ တီခ်ယ္။ Start date - March 3. 2023 End date - June 9. 2023 Top - Freen Sarocha Bottom - Becky Armstrong

A Freenbecky story. Freen is the daughter of Jemi (Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas) and Becky is the daughter of Taylor Swift and Harry Styles.

Rebecca is a hopeless romantic control freak. Freen is just... not it. 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.

After getting her driver's license, Becky finds herself driving through memories of Freen, only to discover that some roads are meant to lead you back to the person you love.

Jane and Sophia start colliding because they are complete opposites. Jane is cold, disciplined, powerful, and emotionally closed off after losing her brother, while Sophia is warm, caring, honest, and full of life. At first, Jane is irritated by Sophia because she is the only employee who speaks to her without fear, but slowly Jane becomes curious about her. Sophia, on the other hand, starts seeing the lonely woman hiding behind the powerful CEO image. Their relationship grows through small moments - late-night meetings, Sophia helping Juan laugh again, Jane secretly taking care of Sophia when she overworks herself, and Sophia being the first person who makes Jane feel understood instead of admired. Sophia brings warmth into Jane's empty world, while Jane gives Sophia stability and protection she never had before. Over time, their bond changes from tension to comfort, then comfort to love. They slowly become each other's safe place without realizing it.

It is a fanfiction story based on the story written by Salmon The 4 Elements. After the marriage of the four cousins, as they enjoy their married life an unexpected new member of the family arrives.

Becky Rebecca Armstrong spent four years in prison for a crime she didn't commit. Betrayed by her stepsister. Abandoned by the man she loved. Now she's back with nothing but the scars of her past. But on the day she walks free, fate has other plans. Alpha Freen Sarocha Chankimha has spent thirty-one years waiting for her fated mate... and she finds her in the one Omega everyone has already judged. As old secrets begin to unravel, the truth can no longer stay buried. The girl they destroyed is about to become the woman they can never bring down. Freen G!p An adaptation. Story is originally not mine. Credit to the author.

She owns the university. She owns the city. She owns every shadow and every rule - yet no one knows her face. Becky Armstrong - the ruthless, feared mafia leader, master of martial arts, and the secret owner of the prestigious university where Freen studies. Cold, dangerous, and untouchable... until the day she sees Freen Sarocha. One look, and everything changes. Becky becomes obsessed - possessive, protective, determined that Freen belongs to her and her alone. Freen Sarocha - a simple, kind-hearted student who has no idea her quiet campus life is guarded by the most powerful woman in the country. She doesn't know why eyes follow her everywhere, why danger never comes near her, or why the mysterious, intimidating owner treats her like the most precious thing in the world. But Becky's world is built on secrets and blood. Rival enemies plot to destroy her. Grace craves Becky's power and hates Freen for stealing her attention. Henry plans to use Freen to bring Becky down. And Kuea - the earnest young man courting Freen - has no idea he's walking straight into a lion's den by daring to love what belongs to Becky. While Engfa silently burns with obsession for Charlotte, and Lisa quietly devotes herself to Jennie - love and danger grow side by side. Will Freen accept the darkness that comes with loving a mafia queen? Or will Becky's obsession destroy the one thing she loves most?

Lily is five years old, but she only remembers goodbyes. ​After too many homes-one where they watched how much she ate, another where the grown-ups hugged too much-Lily knows the rules: Be quiet. Don't ask for anything. Don't ever get your hopes up. Hope is just a trick, and the grown-ups always make you sad in the end. ​When Ms. Carol drops her off at a house with a bright blue door, Lily decides the two ladies, Freen and Becky, will be just like the rest. Freen is tall and guarded, and Becky has a smile that makes her eyes crinkle. Lily agrees to let them be her "Moms for now," certain that the clock on this family is already ticking. ​But Freen starts unpacking Lily's one trash bag of possessions like they are treasure, and Becky handles a childhood accident like it was just a silly juice spill. Can a two-eyed teddy bear, six chicken nuggets, and a promise about special shampoo convince Lily that "for now" might actually last?

Miu Natsha Taechamongkalapiwat was once the brightest star in the entertainment industry-until betrayal cost her everything she had spent years building. Determined to reclaim her place, she enters an unexpected marriage with the enigmatic CEO of Evercrest Entertainment, Lorena Lalina Schuett. But as scandals erupt and powerful enemies close in, Miu must prove that a single betrayal is not enough to destroy a woman who refuses to stay fallen. --- *Disclaimer* This story is an adaptation of an existing work originally written in another language. All rights to the original story belong to its respective author and copyright holder. Names, locations, organizations, and certain terms have been modified to suit this adaptation. These changes are made solely for creative and localization purposes and do not imply ownership of the original work or its intellectual property.

Cuando odias tanto estar en un lugar, ¿hasta dónde serías capaz de llegar para escapar de él?

'i am CEO..and i'm married..married to my wife.. because only she so sexy..but I do not know.. all these time my love only to my best friend.. BECKY ARMSTRONG' -freen sarocha- 'i do loyal to my best friend.. all her need was my need.. my wish? one day she she will feel the same .. the feelings that I keep all these time to her.. to confess I am not brave enough to do that.. because I know.. her feeling to my only FREIND' -becky armstrong-

Hollywood had always been my dream. Years of hard work, sacrifice, and unwavering determination finally opened the door I had spent my entire life trying to reach. I thought success would feel like arriving. Instead, somewhere between the premieres, the awards, and the applause, I realized I had left behind the only person who had ever made any of it feel meaningful. Now, after five years apart, life is quietly leading me back to the place I once called home... and to the woman I never truly stopped loving. The question is no longer whether she still loves me. It's whether some stories deserve a second beginning. A story about ambition, timing, forgiveness, and the kind of love that never really leaves. *RE-WRITTEN work*

💔 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.

Cupid is on vacation, but Nam is on duty so there's no need to worry. Well, unless--

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.

Diana Frances Kelly clamors for a career change after deciding that she's had enough of her job in Norwich and makes a return to her hometown of Derry. Gearoid Valera wishes to find out more about his mother's side of the family whose origins can be traced to Northern Ireland. As they cross paths together, will there be a new beginning in store for them both?

She pursued me first, but in the end, I was the one who chased her.