Only You
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Last published Thu, Oct 23, 2025
The first time I saw her..
I know she is my freen.
But....
I cant move, no words came out to my mouth..
And then Nam, talks..
I see anger in her eyes..
And why....
Just read and know whats the story about..
Freen becky...
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Freen's POV - 6 years ago* "You're late, Sarocha!" I rushed into the charity gala, still in uniform. Everyone else looked fancy. I looked like I'd just arrested someone. Which I had. Then I saw her. Beautiful girl in a black dress, surrounded by boring old men. She looked... trapped. Like she'd rather be anywhere else. "That's Becky Armstrong," Nam whispered. "Armstrong Industries princess. Way out of your league." But something about how alone she looked... "I'm gonna talk to her." "FREEN, NO!" Too late. I was already walking over. "Ms. Armstrong? I'm Officer Freen Sarocha. Want to get some air?" She turned, brown eyes meeting mine, and smiled. A real smile. "I thought you'd never ask." --- Freen's POV - Present day I stare at the old photo on my desk. Becky and me, laughing at some café. So young. So happy. So unaware of what was coming. Five years since everything fell apart. My phone buzzes. Officer Sarocha? This is Richard Armstrong. We need your help. It's about my granddaughter... Roni. The daughter I've never met. "I'll be right there." I look at the photo one more time. Are you ready to see her again, Freen? No. But a child is missing. And despite everything, I'd still do anything for Becky. Even if it destroys me all over again.Complete
The yes she never expected
Becky and Freen are in uni together learning business. They grew up as inseparable best friends. Everyone assumed they'd end up together, but Becky always brushed it off - especially once she started dating. What Becky doesn't know is that Freen has been in love with her since they were teenagers, but buried those feelings to protect their friendship. Their families - close for generations - arranged a marriage between them (business merger, inheritance, cultural/traditional reason). Becky, annoyed, thinks it's ridiculous and assumes Freen will laugh it off too. But Freen said 'YES' Now Becky feels betrayed - like her best friend trapped her. The friendship they once had crumbles into resentment. Let see what happens next. The story would be Bestfriends to enemies to lovers. There might be some harsh words and scenes.Complete
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Becky and Freen meet at a bar. With traumatic pasts behind them, the pair set out on a journey of learning to build their relationship backwards, where the physical aspects of their relationship are already established, but it's the emotional ones they need to work on. OR Becky and Freen are each other's one-night-stand until they're flat-mates. And then things just get interesting. Its a 🔞 story. Its not my story, im converting it.Complete
Fight for Love!
The first time Freen Sarocha saw her, she was just a silhouette in a hoodie, hesitating at the gym's entrance like she might bolt at any moment. "We're closing in ten minutes," Freen called out, not unkindly, wrapping her hands after a long day of training kids who needed her more than they needed perfect technique. The figure stepped forward, lowering her hood to reveal sharp eyes and a jawline that belonged on magazine covers, not in this worn-down gym where the heavy bags leaked sand and the mirror had a crack running through its center. "I need to learn how to fight," the girl said, and something in her voice-desperation mixed with determination-made Freen pause. "Everyone who walks through that door thinks they need to fight," Freen replied, studying her. Expensive sneakers trying to look cheap. Tension in her shoulders that spoke of a different kind of battle. "What are you really running from?" The girl's mask slipped for just a moment, revealing something raw and afraid underneath. "Everything. I'm running from everything." "And you think learning to throw punches will help?" "I think learning to throw punches is the only thing that will help." The girl's hands clenched into fists. "Please. I can pay whatever you charge. I just-I need this." Freen should have said no. But something in those eyes called to her-a kindred spirit, maybe, someone else who understood that sometimes the only way to survive was to fight. "One trial session," Freen said finally. "No payment. If you can keep up, we'll talk about what comes next." "Thank you." The relief in the girl's voice was palpable. "I'm Becky, by the way." "Freen." She tossed a pair of gloves across the space. "Let's see what you've got, Becky." Neither of them knew it yet, but that moment-that simple exchange in a run-down gym as the sun set over Bangkok-would change everything. Some fights you choose. Others choose you. And the most important ones? Those are the fights you face together.Complete
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Loving you selflessly (G!P)
What happens when you love someone selflessly even after knowing that the person doesn't love you. This is a story in which Becky's Boyfriend Nop will leave her at the altar because of a job offer to New York. He will leave the marriage and Becky both behind but with a letter which says to wait for him till he comes back. will she wait for him or will she be forced to get married to Freen. The Freen who loves her selflessly, the Freen who is the best friend of her brothers, the Freen who always annoys her, the Freen who have no one in this world. Will Becky be the one for her? What do you think? This story is pure fanfiction written by me. I hope you enjoy this one as well. Might be some ANGST. Enjoy, your author 🌚.
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"What happened to your face?" Freen asked. I look away because I can't believe she noticed it, I was so sure she wouldn't because I know she'll get angry. "Talk to me, Beck. Did he hurt you again?" She asked, clearly trying to stay calm or else she'll explode in anger. That's the thing though, she gets angry easily. "I just fell down from the stairs." I said and giggle, hold her arm to soothe her anger hoping it will work. "I know what 'fell down the stairs' looks like, Beck. But don't worry, love. I'll handle it, okay?" She said in her calm voice, trying to assure me but all I get is anxiousness. "He wouldn't dare to do that again." She said, smile and kiss my cheeks. I'm not scared because of what Freen will do to them, I'm more scared of what my dad will do to her. But little did I know who she truly is..Complete![Curtain Call [EN]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/331425221-256-k166204.jpg)
Curtain Call [EN]
"I, Freen Sarocha, am not Khun Sam. She, Becky Armstrong, is not Mon. The feelings exist only between Khun Sam and Mon. The feelings do not exist between Freen and Becky. There is no such thing as freenbeck. It's only monsam." === This is a rain check. I am not sure whether I will continue writing this story or not but I've been obsessed with freenback lately. There will be no complex plots, the number of chapter is not gonna be a lot. I will just write whatever comes into my head, lol. Receh aja ini mah hahaha.Let's put it as a placeholder and I will be back once I've decided whether I will continue this or not.Complete
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Marrying The Wrong Twin!
# Prologue **Two Years Ago** The music is too loud. I can't stop laughing. "Becky, slow down," Irin says. Someone stops me from reaching for another drink. Saint's twin. Freen. "I think you've had enough." "Where's Saint?" I slur. "Work emergency," she says quietly. The room spins. I stumble toward the exit. Three guys block my path, saying disgusting things. Freen steps in front of me. "She's with me. Back off." They don't listen until security comes. In her car, everything's fuzzy. Her gentle hands helping me to the door. Waiting while I fumble with keys. When I turn to thank her, she's so close. Gold flecks in her dark eyes. The kiss happens before I can think. Soft. Perfect. I pull away, mumbling apologies. She backs into the shadows. I stumble inside and pass out. **The Next Morning** Saint calls early. "Beck, I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "The guys bothering you. I'm so glad I could help you get away from them." I frown. "You were there?" "Of course. I couldn't let anything happen to you. I was so worried when I saw those guys cornering you. Thank God I got you home safely." My head hurts too much to think clearly. "Thank you." "You don't remember much, do you? You were pretty drunk. That's probably for the best. Just know that I'll always protect you, Beck." Warmth spreads through my chest. Saint saved me. Saint protected me. That's when I fall in love with him. **Present Day** I'm staring at my reflection in the wrinkled wedding dress. "Becky? The car is here." The car to take me to marry the wrong twin. Saint left me at the altar this morning. Gone. Now I have to marry Freen. The woman who barely speaks to me. Who avoids me. I don't understand why she dislikes me so much. In an hour, I'll marry someone who can't even look me in the eye. Someone who isn't Saint.Complete
SEDUCTION (G!P)
"The only mission in my life is to Fuck You" After a long day Freen returns back home and straight away goes to her room, only to find Becky sleeping on her bed only in her underwear. Listening to the door's sound, becky covers herself with her hands. "Oh I didn't know you were going to come home so early" she said smirking at her. Freen walked slowly towards becky, her shoes sound only audible in the sexual atmosphere. She grabbed her cheeks tightly. Her cheeks were squished in her strong, big veiny hands. "You want to be my sex slut, don't you". This is not my story. credit goes to the original author. @luvjk1997 Enjoy. your author 🌚
Use Me, Hurt Me!
The first time I lost her, it was raining. The second time, thunder cracked the sky. The third time, she was in my bed-but she wasn't mine. I used to believe silence was safety. That if I stayed quiet long enough, still enough, the world would forget I existed. It worked for a while. Until Becky Armstrong walked into my life with scraped knees, a crooked smile, and the kind of laugh that made silence feel like punishment. She was loud. Bright. Reckless. And I loved her-quietly, desperately. I never told her. Not when she kissed my cousin. Not when she kissed me. Not even when she said it meant nothing. So I left. I built a life out of steel and silence. And now she's here again-living in my house, breathing my air, asking for forgiveness I don't know how to give. She says she wants to be used. But I don't think she understands. I don't want to use her. I want to destroy her. And the worst part? I still love her. - Freen Sarocha ChakminhaComplete
Coming Home!
Prologue The rain hammered against the apartment window as Freen stared at her phone, hands trembling. Her mother's voice still echoed in her head from the devastating call. 'Mind is gone.' Her sister-her only ally-was dead. A car accident. Gone in an instant, leaving behind ten-year-old Annie. "Freen?" Nam's voice came from behind her. "What's wrong?" "My sister..." The words came out as barely a whisper. "She's dead." Three pairs of arms surrounded her as the sobs came. Nam, Heng, and Noey-her chosen family for the past five years since she'd left home with nothing but a guitar and broken dreams. Through her grief, her mother's other words echoed: 'Annie is to be in your care. Not ours. Yours." Mind had chosen her. Even after years of separation, Mind still believed in her enough to entrust her with the most precious thing in her life. But how could she? Someone who jumped at loud noises, who had panic attacks, who could barely take care of herself-how could she care for a grieving child? "I have to go back," Freen whispered. "I have to go home." Home. The place she'd sworn never to return to. Where her father's voice still echoed, calling her worthless, saying her music was a joke. "Then we'll help you pack," Heng said simply. Freen looked at her friends-the ones who'd held her together through everything. Now she had to leave them behind to face her past. But somewhere in that hometown, a little girl was waiting. A little girl who'd lost everything, just like Freen had once lost everything. Mind had trusted her with this. The sister who'd snuck into her room to hear her practice, who'd believed in her dreams when no one else did. Maybe it was time to prove that belief hadn't been misplaced. Maybe it was time to go home.Complete
Tell the world that i love you
No.... ...sigaw ni becky habang sumasabog parin ang building. parang gumuho ang mundo ni becky sa sandaling iyon.. Please... come back freen.. You still alive right.. umiiyak na sabi ni becky. you promised.. I love you freen... yes i love you more than anything...Complete
Freen's POV - 6 years ago* "You're late, Sarocha!" I rushed into the charity gala, still in uniform. Everyone else looked fancy. I looked like I'd just arrested someone. Which I had. Then I saw her. Beautiful girl in a black dress, surrounded by boring old men. She looked... trapped. Like she'd rather be anywhere else. "That's Becky Armstrong," Nam whispered. "Armstrong Industries princess. Way out of your league." But something about how alone she looked... "I'm gonna talk to her." "FREEN, NO!" Too late. I was already walking over. "Ms. Armstrong? I'm Officer Freen Sarocha. Want to get some air?" She turned, brown eyes meeting mine, and smiled. A real smile. "I thought you'd never ask." --- Freen's POV - Present day I stare at the old photo on my desk. Becky and me, laughing at some café. So young. So happy. So unaware of what was coming. Five years since everything fell apart. My phone buzzes. Officer Sarocha? This is Richard Armstrong. We need your help. It's about my granddaughter... Roni. The daughter I've never met. "I'll be right there." I look at the photo one more time. Are you ready to see her again, Freen? No. But a child is missing. And despite everything, I'd still do anything for Becky. Even if it destroys me all over again.
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