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THIS IS THE STORY THAT HAPPENED IN A UNIVERSITY WHERE FREEN, A SPOILED KID, ENTERS THE UNIVERSITY ONLY TO CREATE CHAOS ALL OVER AND BECKY, THE DAUGHTER OF THE UNIVERSITY OWNER, ENDS UP BECOMING THE CENTER OF CHAOS.

Freen Sarocha - a cold, powerful CEO who never lets anyone get close to her. Becky Armstrong - a bright and stubborn girl who unexpectedly enters Freen's life. What starts as simple encounters slowly turns into something deeper... something dangerous. But when jealousy, secrets, and obsession begin to surround them, will love survive... or will it destroy everything?

The humid Bangkok night clung to the city like a second skin, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of traffic. In the heart of the bustling metropolis, within the comforting walls of their apartment, a different kind of intimacy unfolded. Two souls, Freen and Becky, their lives interwoven with threads of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and unwavering affection, found solace in each other's presence. Their world, usually a harmonious blend of demanding careers and quiet moments, was on the cusp of an unforeseen shift, a subtle tremor beneath the surface of their peaceful existence, a ripple that would soon spread into a powerful current, pulling them into a fight they never anticipated. The unseen gears of fate were beginning to turn, their quiet love about to be tested by a force far greater than their individual ambitions.

(One Shot) Years after their heartbreaking separation, a chance encounter brings veterinarian Phin and award-winning actress Bua back into eachother's orbit. Old wounds linger, but so does the love neither of them ever truly let go. On a quiet birthday evening in Chiang Mai, they find themselvesfacing the past-and daring to imagine a second chance.

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.

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.

The rhythmic thud of pads and the sharp snap of kicks echoed through the humid gym air. Rebecca "The Rocket" Armstrong focused on her shin guards, familiar armor for the dance of eight limbs. Across the matted floor, Freen "The Fury" Sarocha moved with a fluid power that spoke of countless hours honing her devastating strikes. Their rivalry in the kickboxing circuit was legendary, Becky's lightning-fast combinations against Freen's bone-jarring power kicks. Their press conferences were battlegrounds of witty (and sometimes barbed) remarks. Becky recalled a particularly tense staredown after a weigh-in, the air thick with mutual challenge. But lately, a subtle shift had occurred. A lingering glance during training at a shared facility, a flicker of something unexpected beneath the competitive fire. As they both geared up for their next pivotal matches, unknowingly on a collision course, neither Rebecca nor Freen anticipated that their fiercest fight wouldn't be for championship glory, but for a surprising connection blooming amidst the sweats and strikes!

In a quaint coastal town nestled between towering cliffs and endless waves, Freen and Becky find their paths crossing in the most unexpected way. Freen, a reserved textile artist haunted by self-doubt, returns to her childhood home to mend her fractured relationship with her estranged family. She spends her days weaving intricate tapestries inspired by the night sky, quietly pouring her emotions into her art. Enter Becky, a spirited astronomer and amateur stargazer whose ambitious mission is to establish a local observatory for her community. She's full of fire, laughter, and an unstoppable drive, but beneath her bright exterior lies a fear of losing her sense of belonging. One fateful evening, Becky and Freen meet under an unusual meteor shower while seeking solace at the same isolated cliffside. Their connection is instant but mysterious. Becky offers Freen the courage to explore her dreams beyond her threads, while Freen teaches Becky the beauty in stillness and introspection. Their bond deepens as Becky's observatory project intertwines with Freen's art, symbolizing a bridge between dreams and reality. But as the story unfolds, Freen's unresolved family tensions and Becky's uncertain career trajectory threaten their growing relationship. Can the two of them hold on to the love they've found, or will life's forces pull them apart like unraveling threads?

Fleeing danger in Bangkok, Bua and Phin escape to Pong Yaeng in the Chiang Mai mountains, where Phin's family runs a small resort. Amid misty hills and a close-knit community, Bua dreams of a fresh start while Phin confronts the family she left behind. But as their love and new life begin to take root, the shadows of what they left in Bangkok threaten to catch up with them. (This series is a direct continuation of my one-shot : Breath and Bruises. I recommend reading that one first, since it lays the groundwork for Phin and Bua's journey)

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.

Original Story: Becky thought she'd moved on. Five years ago, the love of her life disappeared without a word, and she's spent every day since trying to forget. Now she's engaged to Jade, building a safe, predictable life-until she walks into Nam and Heng's wedding and sees her again. Freen. The woman who shattered her heart. The woman she swore she'd never forgive. Freen Sarocha is now a powerful CEO, untouchable and cold. But when their eyes meet across the reception hall, Becky sees something she didn't expect: the same devastation she's been carrying for five years. One conversation with Nam changes everything. The truth Becky thought she knew? It was a lie. The woman she thought abandoned her? She was drowning. And the person Becky trusted most? They stole five years from both of them. Now Becky has to decide: can she forgive the past and fight for a future with the woman who never stopped loving her? Or are some wounds too deep to heal? "What She Didn't Say" is an emotional second-chance romance about love, loss, betrayal, and the courage it takes to rebuild what was broken.

Original Story: Becky thought she'd moved on. Five years ago, the love of her life disappeared without a word, and she's spent every day since trying to forget. Now she's engaged to Jade, building a safe, predictable life-until she walks into Nam and Heng's wedding and sees her again. Freen. The woman who shattered her heart. The woman she swore she'd never forgive. Freen Sarocha is now a powerful CEO, untouchable and cold. But when their eyes meet across the reception hall, Becky sees something she didn't expect: the same devastation she's been carrying for five years. One conversation with Nam changes everything. The truth Becky thought she knew? It was a lie. The woman she thought abandoned her? She was drowning. And the person Becky trusted most? They stole five years from both of them. Now Becky has to decide: can she forgive the past and fight for a future with the woman who never stopped loving her? Or are some wounds too deep to heal? "What She Didn't Say" is an emotional second-chance romance about love, loss, betrayal, and the courage it takes to rebuild what was broken.

"Even if I forget it tomorrow, say it anyway. Say it again in the morning. And again the next day." . . They say only drunks and kids can tell you the truth. . Becky thought picking up someone drunk from a bar would be a quick, mildly embarrassing errand. She didn't expect to end up on a frustrating journey through declarations, forgotten faces, and the kind of love that's too big.

Pin has a complicated relationship with her mother Khun Sam, since childhood, her mother has been monitoring her relationships choosing who should interact with her daughter, this pushed Pin to keep her new relationship until she decides to confront the truth, would Sam stop over protecting Pin if she found out who she is dating?

(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.

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In a quaint coastal town nestled between towering cliffs and endless waves, Freen and Becky find their paths crossing in the most unexpected way. Freen, a reserved textile artist haunted by self-doubt, returns to her childhood home to mend her fractured relationship with her estranged family. She spends her days weaving intricate tapestries inspired by the night sky, quietly pouring her emotions into her art. Enter Becky, a spirited astronomer and amateur stargazer whose ambitious mission is to establish a local observatory for her community. She's full of fire, laughter, and an unstoppable drive, but beneath her bright exterior lies a fear of losing her sense of belonging. One fateful evening, Becky and Freen meet under an unusual meteor shower while seeking solace at the same isolated cliffside. Their connection is instant but mysterious. Becky offers Freen the courage to explore her dreams beyond her threads, while Freen teaches Becky the beauty in stillness and introspection. Their bond deepens as Becky's observatory project intertwines with Freen's art, symbolizing a bridge between dreams and reality. But as the story unfolds, Freen's unresolved family tensions and Becky's uncertain career trajectory threaten their growing relationship. Can the two of them hold on to the love they've found, or will life's forces pull them apart like unraveling threads?

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!

Freen Sarocha, a 20-year-old royal blood, lives a double life-one as a sharp-witted businesswoman and the other as an ordinary university student working toward her degree. Cold-hearted, too bold for anyone's liking, and a walking red flag, she believes she's cursed-destined to have blood on her hands if she ever dares to love anything or anyone. On the other side of the spectrum is Becky Armstrong, 17 years old, the sunshine in everyone's life. A true princess-sweet, bubbly, adorably clumsy, and always getting what she wants because she somehow finds a way. Irresistible, impossible not to fall for. Fate brings them together-forcing them to share a university, a dorm room, and maybe even their destinies. What happens when two opposite energies collide? Will Sarocha, the cold-hearted queen, resist falling for Becky, the most endearing angel ever? Or will Becky fight to keep her sunshine from being consumed by Freen's dark, mystic aura? Find out. Disclaimer: This story is purely a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real-life events is purely coincidental. The only thing inspired by reality is the names of my babies, Freen & Becky, as this is a love letter to the FreenBecky fandom. Nothing else is connected to their real lives. Oh, and English isn't my first language, so please pardon my sanity in this world of insane. ;)