Anilpin Stories

Multiple GL couples

Prologue Freen didn't expect the offer. Not from Becky. Not like this. She was halfway through folding her laundry when Becky, arms crossed and voice cool as ever, said, "You should move in." Freen blinked. "You mean... like, stay over more often?" Becky's gaze didn't waver. "No. I mean move in. Permanently. Your toothbrush. Your books. Your banana bread. All of it." Freen's heart stuttered. "Are you sure?" Becky stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only Freen ever heard. "I'm cold to everyone else. But I want to wake up warm-with you." Later, as they packed boxes labeled Precious Cargo and Freen's Chaos, Becky cleared out her entire closet. Freen tried to protest. Becky kissed her forehead and said, "You don't get half of me. You get everything."

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!

Becky Armstrong's life was a symphony of precision and control. As a brilliant medical examiner, she approached every case with a logical mind and a steady hand. Her personal life was equally streamlined, with her daughter, Anna, being the center of her universe. But on this particular day, something felt off-kilter. Maybe it was the way the sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air. Or maybe it was the way Anna's laughter echoed through the hallway, a carefree sound that seemed to hold a hint of foreboding. Whatever the reason, Becky couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. And then, like a whispered secret, it happened. A knock on the door, an introduction, and a pair of piercing green eyes locked onto hers. Freen Sarocha Chanmika, the tough-as-nails detective, had walked into their lives, and Becky felt the axis of her world tilt ever so slightly. Sometimes you can feel the moment when your life changes; something happens and you feel a shift. Becky Armstrong didn't believe in fate; not really, and yet the day she and her daughter, Anna, met Freen Sarocha Chanmika, she couldn't help feeling like somehow her life had changed. She wasn't really sure what she felt that day, but watching Freen connect with Anna in a way that few others could, she couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe it was fate.

Converted Fanfiction! Credit goes to original author!! Can be read as oneshot but each chapter is related to one another as a flow :) Enjoy!!

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.

Sequel to the story "When the Script Changes." This one, will follow Freen and Becky as they navigate life as new parents, balancing their love, responsibilities, and the chaos of raising Mon and Pin while still keeping their relationship strong.

She was a specter, a ghostly figure shrouded in darkness. Her eyes had lost their sparkle, her heart its beat. She existed solely to carry out her missions, her soul long since sold to the highest bidder. The world had taken everything from her, leaving behind only a hollow shell. But then, she saw her. A vision in blonde, a ray of sunshine in a world gone mad. For the first time in years, something stirred within her. A spark of curiosity, a flicker of hope. As their paths collided, the phantom's icy facade began to crack. The code she'd lived by for so long was challenged by the sudden, inexplicable appearance of feelings. Emotions she thought were long dead and buried. Now, she's faced with an impossible decision: follow her heart or adhere to her code. Will she choose the familiar comfort of her shadowy existence or take a chance on love and redemption? The fate of her soul hangs in the balance. What will happen when the killer falls for her target?

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!

Just give it a try.... I hope you will find it interesting.... ☺️

💔 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.

Freen and Becky's feelings for each other simmered just below the surface, a truth they both refused to acknowledge. They danced around their emotions, exchanging lingering glances and casual touches that spoke volumes. As they skirted the edges of their true emotions, they began to realize that their connection went far deeper than friendship. The more they tried to ignore it, the more they felt an inexplicable pull towards each other. Despite their initial reluctance, Freen and Becky slowly came to understand that their love was the one thing that could help them navigate life's challenges. As they tentatively embraced their feelings, they discovered a bond that made them stronger, together. Detective Freen Sarocha Chanmika and District Attorney Becky Armstrong!!

In a bustling high school in the heart of Bangkok, two unlikely worlds began to overlap. Freen Sarocha was the quiet newcomer, a reserved and brilliant student who seemed more comfortable buried in books than surrounded by people. Her mind worked with precision, but her emotions remained locked behind walls she'd built over time. Freen kept her distance, navigating life with logic as her anchor. Becky Armstrong was the opposite-a vibrant, outgoing athlete whose laughter could light up a room. Known for her kindness and charm, Becky thrived on connections, effortlessly weaving friendships wherever she went. She embraced chaos, living life like an endless adventure. Neither of them expected their paths to cross. And yet, in classrooms, during lunch breaks, and across shared sports fields, their lives began to intertwine-sparking moments of humor, curiosity, and something unspoken. But life is rarely simple. Freen's quiet admiration for Becky began to grow into something more-a connection she couldn't name, a longing she didn't know how to express. Becky, as warm as she was, never quite saw Freen's feelings for what they were. Uncertainty grew into pain for Freen, who eventually chose to leave. Leaving the school wasn't just about moving on; it was about protecting herself from heartbreak and finding space to build the life she'd dreamed of. Ten years passed. Freen became a successful doctor, channeling her focus and passion into helping others. Neither expected to see the other again. But fate isn't bound by logic. When they meet again-a chance encounter that neither could have predicted-the years fall away, leaving unresolved emotions and unspoken truths hovering between them. What happens next is a journey of rediscovery-of who they are now and what they meant to each other then. It's a second chance, not just for answers, but for something new. After all, some connections are too strong to be left in the past.

This story is a season 2 of 'A Chance Encounter'. It is an adapted fanfiction of Rizzoli and Isles and I do not own the story. First story was converted by Stone 098. Adapting this story to Freenbecky fanfiction as we love them!!! Credit goes to the original author :) Please read Season 1 before reading Season 2!!

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.

Freen Sarocha, a woman scarred by betrayal and loss, runs a flower shop that's her only refuge. Her once-vibrant spirit is buried under guilt and pain from her girlfriend Heidi's infidelity, her sister's tragic death, and a childhood fire that claimed her mother. Cold and distant, Freen vows never to love again. Enter Becky Armstrong, a bright and determined lawyer who stumbles into Freen's world through mutual friends. Despite a rocky start, an undeniable spark grows between them. As Becky learns about Freen's past and her hidden warmth, she embarks on a mission to break through Freen's walls and help her believe in love again. Through emotional highs, anxious lows, and moments of laughter, their journey weaves a tale of healing, trust, and rediscovered love.

-the stories are not suitable for those under the legal age 🔞🔞🔞 ⚠️ please, if you do not like this kind of story, do not take look in the content⚠️ - not all the stories mine.

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.