Sammon Stories

About AnilPin. SamMon. . . . Just read the story & you will you know. My first Fanfiction, please bare with my poor writting skills. Maybe short/maybe long...??? . . . English is not my first language. Sorry for all the grammatical issues.

A quiet distance holds more than memories. As old wounds linger and new beginnings stir beneath the surface, the past and future collide. In the midst of separation, they must face what's left unsaid, and what's about to change, before they discover if love still remains.

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.

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.

[prologue:]

Samara "Sam" Osborne is tough, intimidating and has a piercing eyes that can make a hole to anyone's soul. A notorious troublemaker that Monaleah "Mon" Grace should stay away from but how can she? She's her boss !!

This is an AUTHORIZED and NON-COMMERCIAL translation of the book "Grab a Bite" from Author "Sammon" This is a FREE translation and can be taken down anytime if the Author wishes to. You can buy the official book at MEB ebooks, just search for "Grab a Bite" : ) Author: Sammon English translator: maxtuled

Our Almost

Bách hợp Sad Fanfic

I've never thought that in my life, I'd find a relationship like this. I don't know where to find things like this anymore, because we don't know how to define it. Freen answered in an interview. I have never thought I' meet someone like you as well. Becky answered Freen, instead of the host, eyes smiling. I've never met anyone like P'Freen. Turning to the host, lips tight, smiling and shaking her head a little. Is this a good thing? Freen asked Becky, chuckling. It is a good thing. Becky answered with conviction, earning Freen a little side eye and a smile. I can be myself when I'm with her. Becky softly said facing the host. She's the one who always stays by my side. She can heal my heart. I hope we can be like this forever. The last sentence went more like a prayer than an answer to their interview.

A story about Freenbecky and how they found eachother when Freen was at her lowest. Becky is the one that helps her get through everything and have her life back. However, in time, their friendship and feelings evolve for both of them. Would they confess or be scared to lose their friendship. Stay tuned. This is my first story guys so please bare with me <3

In the bustling city of Gapville, where dreams come to life and love is always just around the corner, Freen Sarocha and Becky Armstrong are about to embark on a journey that will change their lives forever. As they navigate the ups and downs of fame, friendship, and family, they'll discover that the gap between their hearts is not as wide as they once believed.

The city hummed with life. Neon signs flickered over busy streets, the distant sound of laughter mixed with the rhythmic buzz of motorbikes weaving through traffic. The Chao Phraya River shimmered under the golden glow of streetlights, as boats gently bobbed along its restless currents. Standing at the edge of the water, Freen dug her hands deep into her jacket pockets, staring at the skyline. Somewhere behind her, the world carried on-street vendors calling out their final orders, tuk-tuks zipping past, couples walking hand-in-hand toward midnight cafés. But in her head? A quiet war raged on. She was losing Becky. Not literally, of course. Becky wasn't moving away. She wasn't disappearing into thin air. Yet, somehow, the reality felt worse. In two weeks,, Becky would be someone's wife. Someone else's comfort, someone else's safe place. And Freen, for the first time in her life, didn't know how to stop herself from feeling- Feeling what, exactly? Jealousy? Pain? Love? A familiar voice broke through the noise. "I knew I'd find you here." Freen turned. Becky.Standing there in her oversized hoodie and denim shorts, looking at Freen like she knew exactly what was going on. Like she had been waiting for her to admit it. They stood in silence for a moment, the city pulsing around them, neither willing to speak first. Until Becky, with quiet hesitation, asked- "If you could wish for one thing right now, what would it be?" Freen swallowed. Her chest ached, but she still managed a smile. "I wish we never had to part." And just like that, Becky knew. She knew everything. Original story © Crazedwriter123 (Story teller)

This story is about two girls (Freen and Becky) that met at the beach, they start of as friends but when they get to know each other more they fall deeper I love but there are big obstacles that they have to over come if they want to be together. It might be similar to gap the series but you won't know until you read it🤭 This is my first ever novel I'm writing sorry if I don't update consistently I'm still new to writing. Hope you enjoy reading 'Where the sky Meets the sea'

Freen Sarocha Chankimha, a tough-as-nails, no-nonsense recruit from a law enforcement family, and Becky Patricia Armstrong, a free-spirited, artistic newcomer, couldn't be more different. Yet, fate brings them together at the police training academy, where they're forced to share a room. Their initial clashes spark a fierce rivalry, with each trying to outdo the other in every aspect of training. The tension between them builds, culminating in an explosive brawl that puts their entire careers at risk. But when an unexpected incident forces them to rely on each other, their dynamic begins to shift. Will they be able to put aside their differences and become unlikely allies, or will their rivalry continue to simmer? Let's dive into the journey of Freen and Becky, from sworn enemies to... well, that's for us to discover!

The air in the Chankimha estate hummed with the polite anticipation of a long-standing friendship blossoming into family. Mr. Chankimha and Mr. Armstrong exchanged satisfied nods, envisioning a harmonious future for their daughters. Becky Armstrong offered a gentle smile, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she sat beside her parents. Across from her, Freen Sarocha Chankimha maintained her composed demeanor, a subtle whirring of logical gears turning within. "We believe a marriage between Freen and Becky would be a most... harmonious arrangement," Mr. Chankimha stated, his voice was warm. Freen, after a deliberate pause, countered, "While I acknowledge the logical benefits of familial compatibility, the variable of romantic affection remains unquantified." Her gaze turned to her parents. "Therefore, I propose a Phase One: Pre-Nuptial Romantic Involvement Protocol. A period of strategically designed interactions to assess our romantic compatibility." A beat of surprised silence followed. Becky, however, leaned forward, intrigued. "So, Freen... you want to study me... romantically?" Freen's analytical gaze met Becky's. "In essence, yes. To gather sufficient data for a successful and affectionate marital bond." And so began Freen Sarocha Chankimha's logical pursuit of romance, a pre-nuptial study that promised to be anything but predictable, as she embarked on her quest to find the algorithm of affection with the captivatingly unpredictable Becky Armstrong.

Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight? "No." Eh sa second sight? "No." Third sight? "No." Fourth? "No."

A BeckFreen high-school love story