Sarocha Histoires

"My original story: This story is a FreenBecky G!P story.🔞 It contains BDSM and 18+ content. 🔞 This is a stepsisters story. In this, Freen does not like Becky. And on the other hand, Becky is crazy for Freen, she is obsessed with her. Here there is love, drama, lust, obsession, money, fantasy."..

What happens when someone you meet by accident refuses to remain one? She met her in a bar - a night careless enough to believe it would never repeat. She believed some encounters were meant to fade,to dissolve quietly with the morning. But fate had other intentions. What will she do when destiny conspires to place the very same soul in her path again? Starting the journey again with my second fanfiction. I hope you all will enjoy this just as much as you enjoyed the first, and I truly hope you'll stay with me for this one too. English is not my first language, so I sincerely apologize for any grammatical mistakes or errors you may come across.

Freen, an innocent girl overlooked and unloved by her family, lives in quiet shadows-until Becky sees her, really sees her. When Becky decides to marry her, she must fight societal greed, parental cruelty, and even her own family to give Freen what she's never had: safety, freedom, and unconditional love. Through whispered laughter, childlike moments, and deep wounds slowly healing, this is a story about learning how to be loved. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

"You know what is the Broken Destiny?" "It's about two people who love each other, but for some reason, they can't be together." A glimpse before their true love story.

"In the battle between illusion and reality, love became her truth."

Becky Armstrong needed to sacrifice their perfect relationship for her girlfriend's future. Freen Sarocha wanted to be a successful celebrity ever since, and when opportunity knocks her door, Becky made a huge decision. "I love you Beck, I wanted to be a celebrity but that was my dream before I met you! All I want right now is to spend this lifetime with you." "I don't love you anymore Freen, go and chase your dream. We're over." And after saying those words, their both worlds fell apart. What will happen next?

What are you willing to do to get the person you love? Are you ready to light the fire that once dies? Are you willing to sacrifice your happiness for the justice she wants to find? Or are you going to turn back and turn a blind eye?

A short story consisting of 15 Chapters maximum. You have to read it to know what it's all about. 😂

Hi 👋🏼 I'm bunny I'm the writer of this story so if I done something wrong or something mistake in the story just correct me . I don't mind that . This is an #freenbecky fan made page .

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is the last heir to the throne as she is the last one of her bloodline that lived, she was being hunted by the Vendalla so that she wont be crowned queen, her life is in danger that is why she is being hidden well in the The Fiery Heart academy where royal vampires exist altogether. Sarocha Chankimha a skilled protector, a half vampire and half-werewolf was tasked to protect the upcoming queen until she has come of age, she was being bullied for being a half-blood but it never stopped her from being an excellent protector. but as their path crossed, will she be able to stop herself from falling in love with the young queen? will she be able to protect her at all cost? find out more.

Freenbecky's one-shot stories, all in one compilation. Author's note: Bear with some typos and grammar. :) Delulu at your own risk ;)

A love story that spans fame, heartbreak, and time. Freen and Becky's bond, forged in the glow of SCOY and sealed in GAP The Series, was once a fairytale-until betrayal shattered everything. Freen disappears, leaving Becky behind with only memories. Years later, Becky is a global icon. Freen lives quietly in the Swiss Alps. But when fate brings Freen home, a single encounter changes everything. 💔 Four chapters. One love. Will Freen and Becky finally find their way back to each other... or has time rewritten their ending?

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.

Becky Rebecca Patricia Armstrong and Freen Chankimha Sarocha are torn apart by a tragic accident, shrouded in secrets and betrayal. As Becky grapples with amnesia and Freen struggles with guilt, their once unbreakable bond is tested. Years later, when Freen returns seeking reconciliation, the truth slowly unravels, revealing the depth of their intertwined past. Amidst emotional turmoil and difficult revelations, will Becky and Freen confront their demons and rebuild trust to forge a path towards forgiveness and a hopeful future together? And as their love for each other resurfaces, will it be enough to heal the wounds of the past? Trailer: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS2Ffd4Th/

What can you say of loving someone who can't love you back? "The pain of unrequited love is like a wound that never heals." - Paulo Coelho PLEASE NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Becky Armstrong never believed in love at first sight-until the day Freen Sarocha walked into the film set, hair tied up messily, holding her coffee like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Beck had seen beautiful people before. She'd worked with beautiful people before. But Freen was something else-effortless, like she didn't even know she was the reason the sun decided to rise. At first, Beck tried to play it cool. On set, she cracked her usual jokes, teased the crew, and acted like she didn't notice Freen glancing at her between takes. But in truth, every time Freen smiled at her, Beck's heart did a little somersault, the kind she hadn't felt since high school crushes and stolen glances across cafeteria tables. One afternoon, during a break, Beck found herself sitting on the steps outside the studio. She was scrolling her phone when Freen dropped down beside her. "You always hide out here," Freen said softly, her knee brushing Beck's. Beck smirked. "I could say the same about you." Freen tilted her head, eyes sparkling. "Maybe I'm just waiting for the right person to find me." And just like that, Beck was gone. Completely, hopelessly gone.

"Love" lead me to write this because it is the sweetest I have ever seen in my life, in fact, it crossed the screens. But I want to remark that I am doing it with all the respect. This is not an attempted perversion or discomfort, the aim here is to arrive at a reasoned response and, in the end, reflect together about a "biggest affair" I found out while researching.