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Racing Through Stars!

CrazedWriter123

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Reads 47,971
Votes 1,116
Parts 50
Time 5h 58m

CrazedWriter123

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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?

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She Came for Him, Stayed for Her! by CrazedWriter123

Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

Where Love Found Us(Freenbecky) by readwhilereclined

Freen Sarocha Chankimha trusted no one after her past broke her. Becky Armstrong was never supposed to stay- Until she became everything Freen didn't know she needed. This story is wholly and solely my imagination and mine and being the fan of this couple I wanted to make this story by casting them. I Hope you all will like it....

My Wife, The Cop! by CrazedWriter123

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.

The Quiet Between Heartbeats by crazedz0ul

At Bangkok General, Dr. Freen Sarocha lives for control until Dr. Becky Armstrong walks in. Mysterious. Brilliant. Covered in bruises she won't explain. Freen tells herself it's just concern. Just friendship. But Becky isn't like anyone she's ever met. And the truth? Becky is Trapped. Terrified. In a hospital full of secrets, one slow-burning connection could be the difference between survival and surrender. ❗️This book deals with domestic abuse and includes violence. Read only if comfortable.❗️

We Weren't Meant To Be by teXtroverto

When Becky, a rising social media influencer, unexpectedly catches the eye of Freen, a famous actress with a notoriously private online presence, her life takes an unpredictable turn. Freen's single reaction to Becky's viral post sends fans into a frenzy, sparking a whirlwind of playful messages and flirtatious exchanges. But what starts as innocent fun grows more complicated as Becky finds herself caught between admiration and something deeper, while Freen balances fame, her career, and a connection she never expected. As their hidden bond unfolds, they face choices about friendship, love, and the boundaries of online relationships. In a world where mixed signals are easily sent, Becky and Freen's story becomes a captivating blend of humor, mystery, and self-discovery. ______ Hey guys. Please don't get mad at me because I wrote another story without completing the previous one. Actually I already wrote this story before. It was drafted and needed some correction. Since I cannot complete the story "Beyond Friendship " sooner, I thought why not upload this story first. So I made the correction so you guys can enjoy this story instead if I cannot upload the chapters of "Beyond Friendship " on time. But I promise I will try to update you guys as much as I can. Hope you will support this story too. Stay safe. Lots of love.❤️❤️

Coming Home! by CrazedWriter123

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.

Chasing Shadows!! by CrazedWriter123

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.

Love in the shadows by imyourboss00

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Beneath the Lights! by CrazedWriter123

The Bangkok skyline shimmered like a promise, its lights painting the night in gold and silver. From the 30th floor of their hotel suite, Rebecca Armstrong-Becky to the world-pressed her forehead against the cool glass, her breath fogging the window. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing in her chest. Her heart raced, not from excitement but from the familiar grip of anxiety, whispering that she was one misstep from losing everything. Across the room, Sarocha Chankimha-Freen, her anchor, her co-star, her everything-hummed softly, sprawled on the couch with a script in hand. Her laughter, bright as ever, had carried them through countless late nights, but tonight, it felt distant. A new name lingered in the air between them: Prae, the co-star whose easy charm and knowing smiles had slipped into their orbit like a thief. Becky's phone buzzed on the table, X notifications piling up with hashtags-#FreenBecky, #Uranus2324, and, increasingly, #FreenPrae. Each one was a needle, pricking at her fragile calm. "P'Freen," Becky murmured, her voice barely audible. "Do you ever feel like... it's all too much?" Freen looked up, her eyes softening. "All the time, nong. But we've got each other, right?" She patted the couch, an invitation. Becky wanted to believe it. She wanted to cross the room, curl up beside Freen, and let the world fade. But the weight of their fame, the whispers of a solo project pulling Freen away, and the shadow of her own fears held her back. She forced a smile, nodding, even as her mind screamed: What if I'm not enough to keep you? Outside, a star flickered, faint against the city's glow. Becky made a silent wish, not for fame or glory, but for the strength to hold on-to Freen, to herself, to the love they'd built beneath the lights. But wishes were fragile, and the night was long. A storm was coming, and neither of them was ready.

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