Dear Door Personajes

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.

This was a fragmented corner, a world forgotten. On that day, when he was most disheartened, Ning Cheng was forcibly brought here. Because of Ning Cheng, this corner would be renowned throughout the vast Starry Sky, and this world, thanks to Ning Cheng, would shine in the endless universe!

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.

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

*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.

Jinha waited three years for Haru to come back just like he promised. But when he finally sees him again, it’s not at the airport… It’s at his wedding.

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?

Hiri a young teenager gets himself caught in his new school's most notorious club: the news club. They are bad but its the only thing he can do to survive their worst.

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

Eva was a young lady from a trench family.She works at an luxurious hotel and also found favour in the eyes of her boss

"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.

“Um… Mister… why did you suddenly kiss me?” Jihoon looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. Ryul raised a brow. “What? You didn’t like it?” Jihoon opened his mouth to answer but found himself at a loss for words. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After losing his parents in a tragic fire, Jihoon was left to care for his younger brother while juggling university and part-time jobs. When he moved into a new apartment, hoping for a fresh start, he met his reclusive neighbor, Ryul. He was a mysterious man who avoided interaction and had scars covering half of his face, making him appear even more intimidating. They never quite got along, yet whenever Jihoon found himself in trouble, Ryul was always there to help. Just when Jihoon started to wonder if there was more to him than his rough exterior, Ryul’s persistent ex-lover returned, unwilling to let go. To put an end to the harassment, Jihoon impulsively claimed that he and Ryul were dating. What began as a simple lie soon entangled them in a relationship neither had expected, one that might change their lives forever.

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

Jean wakes up in a vast, endless field surrounded by strangers—none of them know how they got there, and no matter where they go, they always end up back at the black door in the center. The door leads to a series of deadly trials, each one more twisted than the last. With every challenge he overcomes, Jean grows stronger—but the power he gains begins to strip away his emotions, memories, and humanity. Trapped in a world where survival demands sacrifice, Jean must decide how much of himself he's willing to lose to escape. Jean's cursed to evolve like a monster but loses his humanity with each fight.

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?

this is a rewrite of a fanfic story with the same title, the fanfic story is on wattpad in Indonesian. Li Jun, the cute and sweet boy in everyone's eyes, but not for Mi-Sun. He always spotted Jun's depraved side and this time he was going to make fun of the life of his cousin Hanael. Mi-Sun who felt indebted to Jihoon wanted to save him.

A young girl keeps receiving letters from an address that doesn’t exist only to find out the address isn’t that unknown at all.

Claire Lian Yuxi grew up in France, raised by a Chinese couple who adopted her when she was just a baby. She never questioned where she came from not when her home was filled with love, and her world made sense. But everything changes when her adoptive father falls seriously ill. The only hope is a liver transplant and the best chance of a match lies with a blood relative from his side of the family. There’s just one problem: they’ve lost touch with everyone back in China. With little more than a name and a city, Claire is sent across the world to find someone who might not even exist. But the journey quickly spirals — her bag is stolen, she’s stranded in a place she doesn’t know, and help seems far away. Until she meets Li Zeyan. He’s quiet, serious, and almost too composed not the kind of guy who picks up strangers off the street. But something about Claire softens him, and he offers her a place to stay, just until she gets back on her feet. What neither of them knows is that their lives are already tangled in a way that goes deeper than either of them can see.

Claude, an orphan, was raised to the status of the patron saint overnight. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Claude dedicated his life to the Goddess and being the divine healer the village needed him to be. However, when Claude met the newest addition to their quaint village, Sel, he started to find keeping his vows —purity and celibacy— difficult. ‘Why are her ears red? She’s running away now???’ What to expect : Femdom, pegging (MC is a futanari), edging, humiliation, BDSM

I married my enemy’s brother… and he became my worst obsession. Noelle Rhys was forced into a marriage she didn’t want—to a cold billionaire with a deadly reputation. Killian Rhys didn’t care for love. He only wanted one thing: revenge. But when secrets unravel, and her past resurfaces in the form of a child she never told anyone about… He’ll become the devil that destroys the world for her. > He doesn’t love. He owns. And I’ve never wanted to be owned so badly.

For 200 years, Ray has lived in a quiet village, sweeping porches, sipping noodles, and staying out of trouble. But beneath the mask of a peaceful neighbor lies something unimaginable: an immortal being of godlike power—one who once fought in divine wars and vanished from history. When nobles arrive searching for relics of a forgotten era, they don’t realize the artifact they’re hunting is walking among them. As the Grand Academy stirs, ancient disciples reawaken, and gods convene for the first time in centuries, the world inches closer to war—and Ray’s peaceful life is at risk. Ray made a vow long ago: He wouldn’t interfere unless his home was disturbed. But now, the world is knocking on his front door. And the god next door… might finally answer.

They look like mirrors. But they’re not. Elise saw something watching her from behind the glass. Now it won’t stop. And the more she looks… …the closer it gets.

DEAR MIA THEME: HER BABIES DADDY __________________________________ (. . Tales of a homeless girl, she was thrown out of her home because of her best friend who is now her step-mom . .) ___________________________________ (. . My dear Mia, you were hurt because of me I'll hurt those who hurt you . .) ___________________________________ By Kit’s Library Don't copy or report WARNING: This book is extremely steamy, if you're patient enough to get to where it all starts. ~~~~~~~ #Unedited ___________________________________ PROLOGUE _____________ The rain fell like heaven was mourning her story. Mia stood at the edge of the driveway, soaked to the skin, her fingers trembling as she clutched the small duffel bag that held what was left of her world. Her once-best friend—Naomi—stood by the door, her expression smug as she watched Mia's shattered form disappear into the storm. Naomi had done the unthinkable—seduced Mia’s father, married him, and now claimed both her home and her dignity. "You're not welcome here anymore," Naomi had hissed hours earlier, her younger sister Julia giggling in the background like a vulture circling its prey. Mia didn’t argue. She didn’t beg. She just left. But she wasn’t just broken… she was pregnant. One night. One careless, electric night. That’s all it had been. The face of the man who fathered her child remained a blur in her memory, but the impact of their encounter would last forever. She didn’t even know his name. Just his scent. His rough hands. His piercing green eyes. She wandered the streets until her legs gave out and she collapsed on a park bench. The cold bit into her bones. She was seconds away from giving up when a voice called out—a woman's voice. Warm. Rich. Kind. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Mia looked up and saw a woman dressed in silk and cashmere, stepping out of a Rolls Royce like a guardian angel in heels. Her name was Indigo Vance, and she didn’t hesitate to open her arms—and her home—to the fragile, pregnant stranger before her. Months passed. Mia thrived. And when she gave birth to twins—Florish and Oliver—with stormy green eyes and that same mysterious charm, Indigo only smiled knowingly. Meanwhile, in a sleek glass tower in Manhattan, billionaire Shade Vance ran the most powerful company in New York with an iron fist. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But all of that changed the moment he saw a pregnant woman in the mall one afternoon. Their eyes met. Something shifted. A memory flickered. He didn’t know her. But somehow… she felt like home. When Mia was finally ready to work, Indigo offered her a position at Vance Corp—as Shade’s personal secretary. And that was when everything began again. Secrets. Sparks. Seduction. But it wouldn’t be easy. Because Julia—the bitter, beautiful ex who once broke Shade’s heart—is back. And this time, she’s determined to destroy anything in her way… including Mia. But Mia isn’t alone anymore. She has her children. She has Indigo. And soon, she’ll have her revenge, her love… and her name back. Because this is not just Mia’s story. This is her reckoning. Do you think Julia Mia's step sister would win back her ex boyfriend's heart? What about Mia's children? Ha! Interesting right? You don't wanna miss out so grab you popcorn cos this will be a ride you will never forget. ___________________________________ « TBC » ___________________________________ Like, Comment and share.

When shy and curious high schooler Ava Kim stays late after class, the last thing she expects to see is a boy stepping out of her locker—only to disappear without a trace. As whispers of ghost sightings and long-buried secrets swirl through the school, Ava becomes entangled in a mystery that began long before she ever walked the halls of Cresthills High. Drawn to the silent, elusive figure haunting her steps, Ava must decide whether to run from the truth—or unlock the door to a past that refuses to stay hidden. But the closer she gets to uncovering his identity, the more she realizes: Some doors were never meant to be opened. The Boy Behind the Locker Door is a heart-pounding, slow-burn YA romance wrapped in suspense, secrets, and the kind of chills only first love—and first fear—can bring.