Celeb Next Door

What’s it like to fall in love with your brother’s best friend? Lilian never expected her quiet graduation season to take a sharp turn into a love story — one that had been quietly brewing for years. His name is Morrison. He’s her brother Dave’s best friend, the man who used to show up at family dinners a decade ago, the “uncle” she could never quite figure out when she was little. Now, he’s a powerful young CEO — cold, sharp, untouchable. Until one day, he suddenly says: “Why don’t we try dating?” From one late-night call, to a casual “I’ll pick you up after class.” From arranging her internship, to standing at her apartment door with a suitcase in hand — Lilian begins to realize: this relationship was never just a joke. But dating someone who’s not only her brother’s closest friend, but also her new boss and the school’s most eligible bachelor? This sweet, forbidden romance is already walking a tightrope. Will their secret love quietly blossom under pressure — Or will it be torn apart by reality, one identity at a time? *This novel is part of the same series as 《You're Just My Ex-Husband, My Lord.》

The male lead is devoted, the female lead is passionate, childhood sweethearts, everyday family matters, the ordinary daily life of nurturing a wife.

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

What would happen if a parasite managed to burrow intoa person's brain, but failed to take full control? In this story we will see how our main character lives his life after becoming a monster.

When Yoo Mira transfers to the quiet and ordinary Seokjin High School, she brings with her an unsettling silence and a pair of eyes that seem to hide centuries of pain. Assigned the seat beside her is Han Jihoon, a curious student who quickly realizes that something is deeply wrong. Late-night whispers. Locked doors. Blood-stained history. A forbidden closet at the back of the classroom begins to tap... and the line between the living and the dead starts to fade. As students vanish and secrets surface, Jihoon must uncover the chilling truth behind the ghost trapped inside the school — and Mira's terrifying connection to it. But the more he learns, the more dangerous it becomes. Because some doors… should never be opened.

The world was previously divided into 45 territories, all separated by a wall of impassable mountains. One day, a stranger broke down this barrier, which changed the face of the world ... 500 years later, a young man comes out of a cave to complete his quest, "He is the key and he must find the door".

*knock-knock* Eyes with violet reflections shone for a moment in the dark. "Lenn, open the door please." "Let me alone" "Not gonna do it. You seduced me and then left me like nothing. Don’t even think about it. You're mine!" "You're mad! I've never been and never will!" "We will see sweetheart" There was a loud 'BANG' and the door fell to the ground completely off its sides. "You can’t stop me." *** *** *** Lennox, a researcher in his twenties who still wants to know what love is, finds himself living on a planet Earth that is no longer what it used to be. Around him, we talk about supernatural powers, parallel worlds that merge and monsters that appear from fractures. His goal? To create a quiet space where he can live in peace with his wife and any children. But fate has much more in store for him, like eyes with violet reflections.

After Earth is destroyed from a meteor impact, humans travel to a new world where they gain new powers. How will the story of Lucas J. Adams unfold? Thus story is inspired by MHA and Ian Boggs; the youtuber

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Bibirku terkatup rapat. Ekspresiku bersih. Seolah tak tahu arti sorot matanya yang kini lebih tajam dari sebelumnya. Jari-jarinya mengusap pelan sepanjang rahangku. Gerakannya tenang. Terukur. Terlalu hati-hati untuk disebut sayang. “Lugu sekali,” bisiknya nyaris tanpa suara. “Nafasmu... tidak berubah. Detak jantungmu pun stabil.” Ia menunduk. Bibirnya menyentuh kulit di bawah telingaku. Hangat. Tapi tidak menggoda. Hanya pengalihan. “Mata ini... tak berbohong. Tapi mereka juga... tidak sepenuhnya jujur, kan?” Tangan kirinya bergerak ke punggungku. Menelusuri tulang belikat, lalu turun pelan ke pinggang—dan berhenti. Ia diam di sana. Seperti sedang memastikan sesuatu. “Apakah kamu tahu...” lanjutnya, suaranya melembut namun menggigit, “...dari semua orang yang pernah melihat sisi gelapku... hanya kamu yang tidak lari.” Aku masih diam. Hanya berkedip sekali lagi. Lalu tersenyum tipis. “Memangnya kenapa aku harus lari?” Suaraku ringan. Seperti bercanda. Dan aku menambahkan tawa kecil yang nyaris seperti embusan napas. Ia tidak tertawa balik. Tatapannya masih dalam. Tangannya tetap menyentuh pipiku—dingin, beraroma logam dan kulit. Lalu aku... ...tersenyum. Tulus. Aku bangkit sedikit dari duduk, mengangkat wajahnya pelan dengan kedua tangan, lalu mencium pipinya. Ciuman itu tak meninggalkan bekas, hanya suara kecil: chu — terdengar manis, polos. Hampir seperti anak kecil yang ingin menunjukkan kasih sayang. “Oh! Kamu pasti lelah?” ucapku ringan. “Malam ini aku cuma buat sup ikan, yang potongannya... agak kacau.” Tanganku menarik ujung bajunya. Pelan. Manja. Membawanya agar berada tepat di atasku. Aku merebahkan tubuhku perlahan ke kasur, tapi kaki masih menapak lantai. Pandanganku tak lepas darinya—melihat dari bawah, dari posisi paling rapuh. “Tapi jangan tanya kenapa potongannya jelek banget…” lanjutku sambil terkikik kecil. “Soalnya tadi pisaunya—” “Pisaunya?” Ia memotong. Suaranya datar. Aku mengangguk pelan. Mataku masih cerah. “Iya, pisaunya berat banget! Kamu beli dari mana, sih? Tajam, serem, tapi keren. Kayak... pisau yang dipakai pembunuh berantai! Hihi~” Beberapa detik, ekspresinya berubah. Bukan marah. Bukan terganggu. Tapi... ada sesuatu di sana. Seolah pikirannya baru saja menabrak kenangan yang seharusnya terkunci rapat. Lalu dengan nada tetap tenang, ia berkata: “Jangan pakai pisau itu lagi. Kau bisa saja terluka.” Jarinya menyusup ke rambutku, lembut tapi dingin. “Besok aku akan memberimu yang lain. Yang lebih... cocok untuk tanganmu.” Lalu bibirnya kembali turun. Ke leherku. Awalnya terasa geli. Tapi cepat berubah menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dari sekadar sentuhan canggung. Nafas kami mulai tak beraturan. Tubuhnya berat di atas tubuhku, membuat ranjang berderit setiap kali ia bergerak. —Novel ini juga tersedia dalam terjemahan bahasa Inggris dengan judul yang sama.

Asiya never expected her quiet life to collide with global fame. But when she travels to Korea and Kian - a foreign idol- ends up at her door, everything shifts. What begins as a tense encounter slowly unfolds into a delicate connection between two people from different worlds, cultures, and lives. Amid secrets, watchful cousins, and the glare of fame, a silent bond begins to form - fragile, hidden, yet impossible to ignore. A tender story about distance, identity, and a love that grows where no one was looking.

Claude is a rogue werewolf who will become the Alpha’s mate. He just doesn’t know he is building a world with someone his family warned him about. Raised away from a pack, Claude has lived among the humans in secrecy. Attending school and living in a dorm with his best friend… Claude figures his life will be as plain as he planned. However, his plan falls apart with just one frat party, dancing with the city pack’s newly designated Alpha. A tug-of-war ensues between his mind, which wants to keep him safe, and his heart, which just wants Len for himself. Similarities to real people and events are coincidental.

Maxim, a university student on the verge of completing his bachelor's degree, is torn between his childhood dreams of embarking on an epic adventure and the adult responsibilities and friendships he has cultivated at university. His dilemma takes a dramatic turn when his family's safety is jeopardized, leading him to undertake an adventure he hadn't imagined. Upon the revelation of supernatural beings and extraordinary powers, Maxim must find the courage to explore this newfound reality and face its daunting challenges. He must harness his newfound abilities and make allies among the enigmatic beings he encounters, all while discovering his own self-worth amidst the unexpected twists his life has taken.

Whispers of the Last Door When the weight of the past becomes too heavy to carry, sometimes the only way forward is through the door no one else can see. Saira Devlin, once a rising star in the art world, now lives a life of quiet withdrawal, haunted by the tragic death of her younger brother — a loss she blames herself for. With her passion extinguished and her future dimmed, she drifts through the motions of each day, disconnected and hopeless. That changes the day a mysterious Victorian house appears on the corner of her street — a house that wasn’t there yesterday, and that no one else seems to notice. Drawn to its eerie stillness, Saira finds a letter in the mailbox addressed to her: “To the one who stopped dreaming.” Inside the house, she discovers a shifting, sentient place that forces her to confront the moments that broke her: her guilt, her fear, her lost identity. As she moves deeper through its rooms — each one a mirror of her past or a test of her future — Saira is faced with a choice: keep hiding from her pain, or uncover the version of herself that never stopped fighting. But the house has secrets too — and not everyone who enters makes it out whole. Whispers of the Last Door is a soul-stirring journey through regret, resilience, and self-redemption. Blending magical realism with emotional depth, this novel speaks to anyone who has ever wondered: What if I could begin again?

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

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Satoru Hihashi has it all—perfect grades, model student awards, and a face that makes girls blush… until they find out he's a massive pervert. Dumped by his girlfriend for his "unhealthy fantasies," Satoru is left to rot in heartbreak and shame—until a sultry older woman walks into his life. Rei Kawashira, his mom’s best friend and newly divorced beauty next door, moves in temporarily while “sorting out her life.” But Satoru quickly learns she’s not sorting anything—she’s hunting. When Rei catches him doing something... indecent, instead of calling him out, she smiles. > “You poor thing... Your girlfriend just didn’t understand you.” What starts as awkward tension quickly escalates into secret late-night encounters, whispered temptations, and the most dangerous kind of relationship: one that feels too good to stop. But Rei isn't the only one in the neighborhood with secrets. Her twin sister?

Keita Sumeragi was a man of dreams—once a hopeful mangaka who poured his soul into heartfelt tales of romance, comedy, and friendship. But the world never smiled back. Readers ignored him. Publishers laughed. And when the only offer he got was to draw the one thing he hated—NTR (Netorare)—he refused. Until life left him no choice. His wife walked out. His daughter starved. And when his first NTR manuscript was complete, the publisher gave the job to someone else. Broken, guilty, and hollow, Keita leapt from the rooftop with a bitter smile— Only to awaken in the world of his own rejected NTR manga. In this twisted realm, he’s reborn as the main protagonist—handsome, popular, and surrounded by women with all-too-familiar faces. His sweet and kind "motherly" wife resembles the wife who left him. His seductive stepsister has the same eyes as his daughter once did. In this warped erotic hell, where anyone can be seduced—teachers, aunts, even grandmothers—Keita must face his deepest guilt, his darkest fantasies, and the genre he once despised. Because in this world, NTR is fate. And the story must go on.

There are many karmic ties that exists in the universe. Soulmates, twinflames and fated loves. Kay and Emme are karmic nemesis fated to die by each other's hands in every lifetime whether consciously or by accident. When Emme is pushed off the roof by her rival co-worker Kay, she dies and transmigrates to a new world as the daughter of a noble family who has just been appointed as a concubine for the next emperor Kai of Heim empire who happens to have the same face as K but this time, she has memories of all the 20 lifetimes they have spent trying to kill each other. The crown prince Kai does not favor the Teir family as there has been too much bloodshed between both clans so when he learns of his father's intent to cast him aside and make his brother the next emperor, He proposes to Mira Teir, the second daughter of the Teir family. she enters the palace as his consort. Kai is prepared to use Mira's family's army and martial background as a pawn to annihilate all his enemies. However, he cannot shake off the feeling that his fiancee plans to kill him. With knowledge of all their soul ties and repeating patterns, Mira is determined to end this cycle of hate. As court politics, betrayal and secrets ravage the kingdoms of Teir, Mira soon learns that the Antithesis to 20 lifetimes of hate is love.

A child discovers a hidden door that leads him to...

"The door spoke. It whispered my name, and the world changed." Kael Evenhart, a quiet orphan in the city of Liraeth, discovers a sealed door deep in the ruins of an abandoned temple. The door is alive. It remembers gods long dead, wars long buried, and secrets Kael should never know. When the door speaks to him, it brands Kael with a mark no one can read but everyone fears. With shadows chasing him, hidden societies watching his every move, and powers awakening inside him, Kael must choose: run, or step through the door and never come back. One boy. One door. Infinite worlds. The ancient powers are stirring, and Kael holds the key—whether he wants it or not.

I just.... ended with a husband and two kids......

When Ray moves into Unit 403 of the decaying Block D, the rent is suspiciously cheap — and there’s only one rule: Never go near the red door at the end of the hallway. At exactly 3:00 a.m., he hears knocking. Then whispers. Then shadows under his door. The red door has no keyhole. No handle. Yet it’s calling to him. What happened to the last tenant? And what lies beyond that blood-red barrier?

A man in his thirties was standing in front of she-devil's grave, under everyone's watchful eyes, he dropped the flower to her coffin, his tone was full of ridicule. "Congrats on your death." Next year he came, "I won. You lost to me and I will live well. Just rot in there." Next year he came again, "I have a pretty girlfriend and I will marry next year. My life is good. Nothing to worry about." Next year he came once more, "I will stop visiting and forget you! My life is better without you! See, I live well!" But he came again the next year and the years after that. People said he was hunted by his so-called arch-enemy. That even after death, the devil did not even let him go. He stood in front of her grave. His once handsome face had turned old and wrinkly. "Bei Sangyun, I cursed you. You are not allowed to rest in peace. You must be suffering there like me, right? You devil..." He might be the last one standing. But his life was the same as the dead's- lifeless and empty. He did not live well, he never once marry and his heart was never at peace. And it was all the fault of one person. ***** Bei Sangyun was a big bully in high school. The target of her bullying was the skinny boy in her grade, Fei Chuan. They were classmates once in kindergarten and met again in high school. But one day, just a year left before graduation, the big bully suddenly changed. One day, Fei Chuan hesitantly opened his locker. The other night, the big bully said that she left something in his locker. He did not really want to open it. He was afraid a poisonous snake would come out of his locker. However, his report card was there. With gritted teeth, the young boy opened it. However, what appeared was not a hideous thing as he expected, but a bright pink letter with a little heart sticker as a seal. It turned out, the surprise was scarier than a snake. Was this a new form of torture? Since then, Bei Sangyun relentlessly chased the young Fei Chuan until the two got married. ****** This is a story of rebirth. The two arch-enemies who could not live under the same sky had become sweet lovers.

A Tall Tale I wrote for an English assignment in third grade (I think?). Not my best work but I still like the concept; so I have now very lightly edited it to be, at minimum, readable.

The story continues after Guo Baiyu and Zhao Renshu retired, they traveled the land with Ping'an, leaving behind the legacy they accumulated together for their disciples to continue to pass on.