Sarocha Stories

"My original story: This story is a FreenBecky G!P story.🔞 It contains BDSM and 18+ content. 🔞 This is a stepsisters story. In this, Freen does not like Becky. And on the other hand, Becky is crazy for Freen, she is obsessed with her. Here there is love, drama, lust, obsession, money, fantasy."..

A short story consisting of 15 Chapters maximum. You have to read it to know what it's all about. 😂

freen is a normal student,she fell in love with here childhood friend "Becky" Becky is a popular student in their school,now she don't know that Becky has a secret feelings for her... character ✨ Freen sarocha chankimha (freen) Rebecca Patricia Armstrong (Becky) Looknam (nam) Heng non irinning (yuki) noey (tee) Richie

Lima tahun lalu, sebuah fitnah keji menghancurkan rencana masa depan Freen Smith dan Becca Grimz tepat saat proses IVF mereka tengah berjalan. Terbutakan oleh amarah dan ego, Freen mencampakkan Becca yang hancur sendirian, tanpa menyadari bahwa sebuah kehidupan telah mulai bersemi di rahim wanita itu. Kini, pertemuan tak terduga di sebuah pameran seni di London menyeret Freen ke dalam labirin penyesalan saat ia menatap sepasang mata milik gadis kecil yang memiliki kilatan tatapan persis seperti miliknya. Namun, Becca bukan lagi wanita rapuh yang bisa ia gapai dengan mudah. Ia kini berdiri di balik tembok kokoh keluarga Grimz yang penuh kebencian, menyimpan rahasia tentang sosok Pria dan identitas asli gadis kecil tersebut yang terkunci rapat dalam berkas legal yang tak tersentuh. Freen yang kini terjepit di antara rasa bersalah yang menghujam dan kerinduan yang menyiksa, harus menanggalkan seluruh harga dirinya sebagai CEO ternama demi menembus benteng pertahanan Amanda dan Reynold Grimz yang mematikan. Di tengah ujian kesetiaan yang manipulatif dan munculnya sosok yang sengaja dihadirkan untuk membakar kecemburuannya, Freen harus membuktikan apakah ia mampu menjadi pelindung yang layak atau justru kembali menghancurkan segalanya.

My orginal story.. freenbecky gl story..g!p 🔞🔞🔞 Meet Freen Chankimha: a respected celebrity doctor by day, and a calculated serial killer by night. Her world is meticulously ordered, save for one terrifying obsession: Becky Rebecca Armstrong. Becky, a dazzling top model and the spoiled heiress of a business tycoon, is unknowingly the key to Freen's dark past. Driven by a thirst for vengeance against Becky's father, Freen forces her into a chilling marriage. This is a deadly union built on stark contrast: Freen's every action is rooted in a twisted, all-consuming love and possession, while Becky is consumed by an unshakeable hatred. Trapped in a lavish prison, Becky must now confront the terrifying reality that her husband is both her protector and her potential executioner. In this marriage, the line between love and loathing, sanity and slaughter, is constantly being blurred.....

"Freen is the Vampire Queen & the Main Alpha Wolf of every Pack.... Freen is immortal... Becky is a wolf... They were both chosen by Destiny itself for each other.... They are mates." Freenbecky gl story gl novel g!p lesbian LGBTQ... My original story...🔞🔞🔞 Freenbecky.... Romance...fantasy...love...Lust... Vampire...wolf... 18+ Thankyou for support

Author's note: Freen G!P

A collection of original FreenBecky one-shots.

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.

Freen Sarocha Chankimha believed in forever. After a year of love and shared dreams, she asked Becky Armstrong to marry her. Becky said yes, and for a moment, Freen thought happiness was theirs to keep. But the night before their wedding, a letter shattered everything: "I'm sorry, Freen. I can't marry you. I love someone else. May you find it in your heart to forgive me." Freen's world crumbled. The woman she loved, who had promised her forever, was gone without explanation. Heartbroken and abandoned, Freen poured herself into her work, rising to the top as a powerful CEO. To everyone else, she was untouchable, but behind the cold facade, her heart remained a ruin of what once was. Three years later, fate throws them back together. Becky, now a celebrated architect, is hired to design Freen's dream home. Their reunion is fraught with tension-Freen, colder and more distant than Becky remembers, greets her with icy restraint, while Becky struggles to confront the pain she caused. As they navigate the delicate balance of working together, old wounds and buried emotions begin to resurface. Freen's carefully built walls start to crack as glimpses of the woman she once loved shine through Becky's regretful eyes. Meanwhile, Becky, haunted by the truth of why she left, begins to pour her heart into crafting a home that reflects the life they once dreamed of sharing. But their past isn't easy to escape. Freen's pain runs deep, and Becky's guilt weighs heavier with every passing moment. Can love, once shattered, truly be rebuilt? Or will the house they're building become a bittersweet reminder of what might have been? Blueprints of Us is a tender tale of heartbreak and second chances, exploring whether love lost can ever be found again-or if some wounds leave scars too deep to heal.

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is the last heir to the throne as she is the last one of her bloodline that lived, she was being hunted by the Vendalla so that she wont be crowned queen, her life is in danger that is why she is being hidden well in the The Fiery Heart academy where royal vampires exist altogether. Sarocha Chankimha a skilled protector, a half vampire and half-werewolf was tasked to protect the upcoming queen until she has come of age, she was being bullied for being a half-blood but it never stopped her from being an excellent protector. but as their path crossed, will she be able to stop herself from falling in love with the young queen? will she be able to protect her at all cost? find out more.

Ano? Sali ka? Ito ay kwento ng isang dalagang magaling daw magtago..... ng feelings. *** Hiii guys! Currently, gushing to Freenbeck. They're so cute hahaha That's why I decided to continue this story in my drafts using them as leads. FBPFK :)

The humid night air of Bangkok hangs heavy, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, street food spices, and the faint perfume of jasmine. Neon signs blaze in a chaotic symphony of light, reflecting off the rain-slicked streets near the Chao Phraya River. The air buzzes with the energy of a city that never truly sleeps. The weight of responsibility settled upon Becky like the tropical humidity, clinging and persistent. Her gaze swept across the opulent display case, the ancient Naga Eye amulet nestled within, its emerald facets catching the vibrant reflections of the city outside. Generations of her family had been its custodians, their lives interwoven with its power, a silent vigil passed down through lineage. Tonight, however, the usual hum of the city felt different, laced with a subtle discord, a tremor beneath the surface of the vibrant chaos. They called her the Shadow Dancer, a whisper in the labyrinthine alleys and bustling markets of Bangkok. Freen. Her reputation preceded her - a phantom who could bypass any security, her motives as elusive as her presence. Becky had studied the fragmented reports, the legends of her daring heists, the bewilderment of those she'd outsmarted. A formidable adversary, undoubtedly, but one Becky was prepared to meet. Yet, as the distant siren wailed, cutting through the city's cacophony, a prickle of unease traced its way down Becky's spine. This felt like more than a simple act of theft. There was a desperation hinted at in the rumors, a frantic edge that suggested a larger game at play. As a faint shimmer disturbed the air near the locked display, a cold certainty took root in Becky's heart. Tonight, the most valuable thing at risk might not be a relic, but a heart fiercely guarded by shadows, unwilling to believe in the light.

An aromatic person crosses paths with someone who always has a romantic life.

This is the story of freen sarocha chankimha who loves her wife so much and wait for her love

What are you willing to do to get the person you love? Are you ready to light the fire that once dies? Are you willing to sacrifice your happiness for the justice she wants to find? Or are you going to turn back and turn a blind eye?

"Love" lead me to write this because it is the sweetest I have ever seen in my life, in fact, it crossed the screens. But I want to remark that I am doing it with all the respect. This is not an attempted perversion or discomfort, the aim here is to arrive at a reasoned response and, in the end, reflect together about a "biggest affair" I found out while researching.

💔 Prologue - Freen The first time I lost a heartbeat, it wasn't in an operating room. It was on a Tuesday, under a mango tree. I was seventeen. She was everything. They say you never forget your first failure. But no one tells you that your skin remembers it too-the way it tightens when the silence drags too long, the way your hands twitch when the monitor flatlines. Not every wound bleeds. Some just echo. Years have passed. Degrees earned, white coats collected, hands steadied over scalpel and skin. I've stitched lungs back to life, kept hearts beating longer than they wanted to. But tonight... Tonight, a girl collapsed under lights and cameras, and they wheeled her through my ER doors with fire on her skin and ice in her veins. She shouldn't matter. Just another patient. Just another case. But when her fingers twitched against mine, something cracked. I don't know her name. I only know her pulse doesn't follow the rules. And neither will I.

"I never believe in slow motion thing but the moment I saw you, I started to believe in everything." - Freen, 2023 Just me, Freen Sarocha loving Rebecca Armstrong with all my heart.