Freenbecky Stories

In the dangerous underworld of Bangkok, Freen Sarocha rules as the absolute Apex Kingpin-accustomed to buying silence and commanding compliance. But when she crosses paths with Becky Armstrong, a brilliant and fiercely independent lawyer dedicated to justice, two entirely different worlds collide. ​Bound by a dangerous web of secrets, blood, and shadows, Freen finds herself willing to tear down her entire empire just to keep Becky safe. Together, they embark on a high-stakes journey of survival, shifting from the dark alleys of Thailand to the historic legal districts of London. ​Can an underworld kingpin truly find redemption, or will the ghosts of the past destroy the family they are desperate to protect? Step into an epic story of power, devotion, and the ultimate creation of an empire of light. ⚖️🖤✨ you can watch Freen and Becky's (FreenSarocha and BeckyArmstrong) videos on TikTok, Instagram, and YouTube through these links Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hamnasrchafreen.pkhub ​TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@hamnasarchavibes YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@HamnaFreenBeckyZone7

She's cute. She's smart. She's rich. She's everyone's dream. But she's homophobic. Argh! Note: This is Fiction. If you don't know what fiction is, leave.

In a world built on power and silence, two hearts learn what it means to trust again- even when the past refuses to stay buried. --------------------------------------------------------------- Please note: It's all fiction It's a WLW story. Strictly, NO GIP ❌ content, I never write that.

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong and Freen Sarocha Chankimha soulmates who believed nothing could come between them. They are almost in the phase of having children. But everything changed after one incident. Rebecca walked away with a shattered heart... and a secret growing inside her. Several months later, she gave birth to triplets: Fosbein Rox Suphaphorn Armstrong Fastian Bifah Suphaphorn Armstrong Fahnareeh Beena Suphaphorn Armstrong As time passes, the triplets grow into reflections of both women's love and strength... and start to ask questions no one is ready to answer. Now, Rebecca must decide whether to let her children know the full truth or not. Can love return where it once bloomed-or has the pain gone too deep? Freen x Becky

Freen wakes up inside an apocalyptic novel as the villain who bears her name. In the original story, she was cruel: she betrayed her wife Becky and caused the death of her own daughter, which led to a brutal end at the hands of Becky and her alpha, Engfa. Upon learning her fate, she panics and decides to change it.

မင်ငါ့ကိုဘာလို့ထားသွားခဲ့ရတာလဲမင်းကိုငါတော့ချစ်လိုက်ရတာJennie Kin ya

I made a few changes in the last part of season 1. This is just how I imagine Season 2 will be. i hope you will like it.

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Freen who never believed in love - until one drunken night with Becky changed everything. Two years later, Becky returns, forcing Freen to face her mistakes and the woman she never knew she needed. From heartbreak to healing, Freen must prove she's changed before it's too late. A story of regret, redemption, and the love that brings them home. Freen Gip

"I loved the way he clutched my coat like a child afraid of the dark. I am going to protect him from every disaster but no one is going to shield him from me" - Freen Sarocha The underworld bows to Freen Sarocha, Thailand's ruthless mafia queen. She never believed in love-only control. The she met Rebecca Armstrong. A mute, gentle CEO who spent his life searching for a place where he truly belonged. He became her obsession. She became his greatest danger... and the only person who ever understood his silence. This story is about love, obsession, possession, and a silence louder than words. Rebecca will be man in this story WARNING ⚠️: -This story contains HEAVY SMUT CONTENTS 🔞and RATED. read at your own risk. English is not my first language. Nor I'm an experienced writer. please avoid errors

Becky fell into situation that made her work as a stripper, and Freen is her first customer... Who needed to keep becky to herself... Who was waiting for becky for years after their first meeting in childhood... Not wanting to let others use becky...to have her close...freen gave a offer to becky.. Asking her to be her personal pleasure maker and to pay all what becky need. Without any other path becky agreed to this and be freens personal pleasure maker. But after freens pure unyielding love becky falls too.. They having a falls and ups in their love story.. As times goes by both souls bond in together...❤️🌷 (*not insulted to the real characters. fully imagination storys*) ⚠️️🔞mature content read at your risk. enjoy 🥵🔥

SMUT WARNING!! : This story isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: ● Three possessive Chankimha Sisters ● A soft and innocent Becky ● Obsession and jealousy ● Emotional manipulation ● Power imbalance Reader discretion is advised. Becky has always been soft-hearted, kind, and trusting-the type of person who sees good in everyone. Then she crosses paths with the Chankimha Sisters. Three powerful sisters. Three dangerous personalities. Three women who never learned the meaning of mercy. What begins as an unexpected encounter soon turns into an obsession that Becky can't escape. Caught in a world of possessiveness, secrets, manipulation, and forbidden emotions, she finds herself trapped between fear and desire, unsure whether she should run from them-or surrender to chaos they bring into her life. The Sisters want one thing. Becky. My name is Becky Armstrong. I died the night I married Nop Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful women's in Chicago. THE CHANKIMHA SISTERS. Freen. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Sam. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Sarocha. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

A marriage formed by circumstances, not choice. Two women sharing a life without sharing names, moving through the same space as strangers. This is a story about time, silence and what slowly grows in the spaces between them. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Please note: It's all fiction. It's a WLW story. Strictly, NO GIP❌ content, I never write that.

"Curiosity can be dangerous, Miss Armstrong." My body instantly stiffened. Slowly, I turned around only to find Mr. Sarocha standing a few steps away, his hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets. I pressed my lips together, expecting anger, but his expression remained cold and unreadable. He started walking toward me, and instinctively, I stepped back. Again and again, until my back hit the door behind me. Freen placed one hand beside me against the wall, leaning slightly closer. "What was rule number three, Miss Armstrong?" he asked calmly. His face was only inches away from mine, making my breath hitch. I wanted to answer, but my mind refused to cooperate. I was too distracted by how close he was. "I asked you a question," he repeated, his voice lower this time. "T-That there are restricted areas in the house... places I'm not supposed to enter." "So you do remember the rules," he said. "This room happens to be one of them. Next time, think carefully before getting yourself into trouble." I couldn't pull my eyes away from his. Those sea-colored eyes held something dangerous and impossible to ignore. No man had ever affected me the way Freen Sarocha did. Around him, my heart raced uncontrollably, and every feeling inside me became unfamiliar. "Understood?" he asked once more. I quickly nodded. "Yes, Mr. Sarocha." Freen Sarocha - twenty-seven years old, billionaire, powerful, arrogant, and ruthless. The only things that truly matter to him are his son and the empire he built. Becky Armstrong - twenty-four years old, cheerful, kind-hearted, and raised in an orphanage with the woman she considers family. What happens when Becky enters Freen's world as the babysitter for his son? A story filled with tension, secrets, and unexpected emotions begins.

1968, Bangkok. စာအုပ်ဆိုင်လေးတစ်ဆိုင်၊ မိုးရွာတဲ့နေ့တစ်နေ့နဲ့ မထင်မှတ်ထားတဲ့ တွေ့ဆုံမှုတစ်ခု... The day it rained was the day our story began.

This is the story of two best friends who became lovers.

Freen is the Prime Minister's daughter, fearless, chaotic, spoiled, and never serious about anyone. her heart? Untouched. Waiting. Becky is a village girl, introvert, shy, invisible to the world, too kind for her own good. She's never known what it feels like to be someone's priority. One wrong turn. One glance and the most fearless girl in Thailand finally found the one person who made her knees weak. But love isn't free when one comes from a mansion and the other from a mud house. "Live here. No money. No privilege. 6 months. Prove it or lose her forever." Can a spoiled city girl survive farming, village rules, and a father who wants her gone? Can a shy village girl learn to speak up when someone finally gives her a reason to?

Freen, Becky, Engfa and Charlotte are childhood bestfriends. Freen and Engfa gave all their best to hide their little secret but what would happen if they can't control it anymore.

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Freen finds solace in books and art, her world separate from the vibrant tapestry of life. Everything changes when she catches a glimpse of Becky, a radiant and outgoing girl. Intrigued by Becky's energy, Freen becomes infatuated, seeking opportunities to observe her. This is a short fanfiction.