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MY CRUSH, MY NEIGHBOR

MY CRUSH, MY NEIGHBOR

MATURE CONTENT/ R18+ Only In which a guy asked his neighbor for her wifi password in return for a kiss. Meet Kim Yoo-Mi, a young girl who has been inlove with her neighbor since she's 10, since she saw him through her window in her room. But he is a snob. He never talks to her and even takes a glance on her. And now that she's 16, she was surprised when he tried to communicate with her only to get her wifi password because his internet was cut off. She thought he was making friends with her, but she's wrong. Will she give him what he wanted? What if he'll found out that his name was her wifi password? Meet Yoon Jeonghan, the arrogant and snob basketball player in the school. He's the most popular guy in the campus and a playboy one. He always finds his neighbor cute so after 4 years of snobbing her, he tried to communicate with Yoo-Mi by getting her wifi password. What if Yoo-Mi found out that it's not true that his wifi was cut-off? That he only made an excuse just to kiss her? Yoo-Mi and Jeonghan entered in a relationship but he soon left her because Jeonghan saw a photo of Yoo-Mi kissing her bestfriend Josh. Jeonghan left her without knowing that she was carrying his child. After 6 years, they meet again. Jeonghan as the CEO and Yoo-Mi as his personal assistant. Yoo-Mi tried to hide her daughter from Jeonghan because she's scared he might take her daughter away from her. Jeonghan soon found out that Yoo-Mi has a daughter but she heard the kid calling Josh, daddy and that gave him the idea that Yoo-Mi really betrayed her. And he planned to make a revenge by making her life hell and miserable.
A Garden of Us

A Garden of Us

"A Garden of Us" blossoms around the lives of Dr. Elara Vance, a driven and brilliant botanist dedicated to revitalizing dying ecosystems, and Liam Thorne, a reclusive yet deeply empathetic landscape architect haunted by a past loss. Their paths collide when they are both independently drawn to the dilapidated, once-legendary "Whispering Gardens" – a vast botanical estate on the outskirts of Lagos, Nigeria, believed to hold unique, near-extinct flora. Elara sees it as her life's mission to restore its scientific glory, a pursuit that demands rigorous logic and painstaking effort. Liam, however, is drawn to its wild, untamed beauty, seeing in its decay a reflection of his own unresolved grief and a canvas for healing through art and intuition. Their initial collaboration on the Whispering Gardens is fraught with clashing methodologies: Elara's scientific precision against Liam's organic, intuitive approach. Yet, as they slowly, painstakingly bring the garden back to life, they find themselves nurturing not just plants, but a delicate, unexpected connection. The garden becomes a living metaphor for their own developing relationship, its seasons mirroring their evolving emotions, its resilience reflecting their growing trust. As they unearth the secrets of the Whispering Gardens, they must also confront their personal histories, overcome external pressures threatening their project, and learn to cultivate a love that is as enduring, vibrant, and complex as the garden itself. "A Garden of Us" is a sweeping tale of healing, growth, and the quiet magic of two souls intertwining to create something beautiful and lasting. How does this synopsis resonate with you? Are there any initial thoughts or feelings it sparks?
My Husband, My Hero, My Baby

My Husband, My Hero, My Baby

The holographic face of Ms. Albright shimmered, echoing a prediction: at twenty, I' d face a heartbreak, a betrayal that would shatter my world. It was my father' s solution – a high-tech "blind date" app with ninety-nine vetted bachelors – that changed everything. The catch wasn't just my hand in marriage; it was Miller Tech, his entire empire. A cold dread seeped in, a memory so sharp it felt real. In my past life, this was where my destruction began. I remembered choosing Brandon Hayes, the charismatic CEO, who promised the world then systematically destroyed me. He stripped me of everything – my inheritance, my dignity, my name – framing me for corporate espionage. I died alone, my reputation shattered, watching him praised as a visionary. But now, I was back. Twenty again, standing in my father' s office, the app open on the tablet. "Chloe, honey? Are you alright? You look pale." I looked at my father, his face etched with genuine concern, and a fierce, protective love surged through me. This time, I would not let that monster destroy him, or me. My finger hovered over Brandon's profile, a perfect trap. With a deliberate, steady hand, I swiped his profile to the digital trash bin. "I don' t like him," I said, my voice flat. I closed my eyes and let my finger fall randomly on one of the ninety-eight remaining profiles. A new screen loaded. The picture was grainy, a low-quality headshot: Jake "Bulldog" Riley. Former Navy SEAL. Honorably discharged after a career-ending injury. "Him?" my father' s voice was laced with disbelief. "He' s… a nobody." "I' m sure, Dad," I said, My voice unwavering. This was my choice. Anyone but Brandon Hayes. I had a feeling about him. A lie and the truest thing I' d ever said. The news of my choice rippled through the city' s elite, painting me as a naive fool or rebellious brat. Brandon must have heard. He couldn't understand it. He couldn't possibly know that I was choosing a stranger not out of foolishness, but out of the bitter, hard-won wisdom of a ghost. A fragmented memory surfaced – a charity gala years ago, a fire. Brandon had claimed credit for getting me out, but now, another image fought its way forward. Someone strong, silent, moving with purpose through the chaos. He had pulled me through a service exit, away from the stampeding crowd, before melting back into the shadows. I never saw his face clearly – until now. What if my random choice wasn' t so random after all?