Theloyalpin Stories

Between Two Universes Princess Anil's world ended the moment the sky broke. One second she was standing in the quiet palace gardens of her own universe, thinking of the woman she loved. The next, she fell into a world she did not recognize - a modern city filled with glass towers, roaring machines, and unfamiliar lights. But the most shocking thing was not the strange new world. It was the woman she met there. Khun Sam. A powerful and intimidating CEO who looks exactly like the person Anil left behind - her beloved Khun Pin. At the same time, Khun Sam is staring at a stranger who carries the exact same face as her girlfriend, Mon... yet speaks like someone from another century. Two women. Two universes. Two missing lovers. Somewhere between time and space, something has gone terribly wrong. Because the moment Princess Anil arrived in this world... Mon disappeared. Now Anil and Sam are left with a terrifying truth: the person standing in front of them has the face of someone they love - but belongs to another universe entirely. And the more time they spend together, the more dangerous the question becomes... What happens when the universe gives you the wrong person - but your heart begins to change anyway? A crossover universe inspired by The Loyal Pin and GAP The Series.

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.

Setelah tragedi buruk menerpa, Ariana dan Rebecca memutuskan untuk berpisah sejenak. Ya, kata Rebecca sore itu itu mereka butuh waktu. Membenahi segalanya terutama hatinya. Ariana mengangguk setuju meski menyembunyikan tangisnya. Setelah ia mempertaruhkan segalanya, rupanya takdir menganggap usahanya belum cukup untuk memiliki Rebecca. Sebentar. Ariana mempercayai segala ucapan Rebecca sore itu tanpa kecurigaan dan prasangka. Ia yakin Becca-nya akan kembali. Manusia favoritnya itu akan pulang. Meski sebentar yang Rebecca ucapkan itu sudah 3 tahun berlalu.

Singapore's underground pulsed with heat and noise, a warehouse alive with sweat and neon. The cage stood at its heart, rusted bars glowing under flickering lights. The crowd roared, hungry for blood, their shouts shaking the concrete walls. This was a place for fighters, not dreamers. Becky tightened her wraps, her knuckles bruised but steady. She wasn't here for fame. Every punch was for Jamie, her brother, fading in a hospital bed. His weak smile drove her, the tournament's prize money his only hope. She stepped toward the cage, fists ready, heart pounding. In the shadows, Freen watched. Her eyes were sharp, her mission sharper. Khun Tan, the warlord behind the tournament, had to die-her agency's orders were cold and clear. But as she scanned the crowd, her gaze caught Becky, fierce and unbroken in the cage's glow. A spark flared in Freen, one she couldn't ignore.The bell screamed, and the crowd erupted. Becky faced her opponent, her swings raw and relentless. Freen moved closer to Tan's box, her hand on a hidden blade, but her eyes drifted back to Becky, to the fire in her fight. Two worlds were about to crash-Becky's battle for love, Freen's dance with death. They didn't know each other yet, or the secrets that would bind them. Beyond the cage, a warlord's empire waited, a terrorist plot simmered, and a spark burned, ready to ignite. The fight was just beginning.

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.

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?

Freen, a carefree high school student bumped into Becca, the one who will change her routine in life.

Three days before your lifetime is supposed to end, the flying numbers above your head decrease quickly and keep counting. You are not able to see your own numbers, but other people can. Freen Chankimha comes to face a counting and decreasing number flying over a stunning girl her eyes rest in the middle of a New York street. Can she do something to change the girl's fate? _____ Freenbecky converted story. Original story by ©illcarryyourworld

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.

FreenXbecky Little princess Sarocha Freen and her tiny little maid, Becca were inseparable until an unfortunate incident took place. The queen mother decided to force her head maid, Becky's mother out of her kingdom. The princess grew up to be a cold, unfeeling, short-tempered and unforgiving young adult, spoiled by her parents. She got whatever she wanted and everyone had to cater to all of her whims. The princess was 11 and her little maid was 7 when they parted. Now Becky shows up to the palace 13 years later. Will the princess and her maid rekindle their friendship? Read on to know. Is there any chance for the nature of their companionship to morph into something more than just princess and her maid? Read on to know.

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. ;)

(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.

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!

Becky has been in love with Freen for years. She tries to confess her love one cold December afternoon, but realizes her love will never be reciprocated. Why? Because Freen likes a boy named Heather. And now, she vents her sorrow in small notes written in her diary. This is a English version of Freenbecky Adaptation Heather The story is not mine guys credit goes to original author @KimManoban_Forever

"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.