Love which meant to be complete

Love which meant to be complete

  • WpView
    GELESEN 10,319
  • WpVote
    Stimmen 260
  • WpPart
    Teile 34
WpMetadataReadErwachseneninhaltAbgeschlossene Geschichte Di., Dez. 30, 20252h 47m
Childhood besties in which one is secretly love with other one will this love will able to complete eachother or not let's see... where the destiny drive them. Freen is 2yrs younger then Becky Freen is 21 yrs and Becky is 23 yrs Freen is nerdy but somehow handsome and belongs from rich family where as Becky pretty beautiful girls under confident in herself elder daughter of the mid class family pressure to make her parents proud on herself and to complete her dreams... . . . . Freen (Gip) #freenbecky #freen #srcha # beckfreen #becky #becky armstrong #freensarocha # love # gip
Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Werde Teil der größten Geschichtenerzähler-CommunityErhalte personalisierte Geschichtenempfehlungen, speichere deine Favoriten in deiner Bibliothek und kommentiere und stimme ab, um deine Community zu vergrößern.
Illustration

Vielleicht gefällt dir auch

  • She Came for Him, Stayed for Her!
  • MY HOT NEIGHBOR
  • Just a Friend // FREENBECKY
  • Dearest, you said || Freenbecky || Completed
  • THE SILENCE BETWEEN OUR NAMES
  • A Complicated Tale of Marriage
  • Becky's girl - Freenbecky ☆𝆬
  • One More Time (FreenBecky)
  • Arranged Perfectly

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.

Mehr Details
WpActionLinkInhaltsrichtlinien