LOGINShe can’t stop thinking about him. The way he smiles, the way he moves, the little gestures that make her heart race—he’s everywhere in her mind. Every glance, every passing moment, sparks a daydream she can’t resist. Obsessed with My Neighbor is a tantalizing collection of romantic fantasies and obsessive thoughts, told through the eyes of a woman captivated by the man next door. Each chapter is a different moment, a different craving, a different intimate daydream that blurs the line between reality and imagination. From stolen glances in the hallway to imagined conversations and tender touches, this collection explores the delicious tension of forbidden attraction, the thrill of longing, and the heat of desire, all without crossing into explicit sexual acts. Get ready to be drawn into a world of obsession, romance, and irresistible temptation. One chapter at a time.
View MoreSebuah bangunan megah dan indah terlihat begitu tinggi menjulang dikejauhan di sebuah puncak bukit batu. Partai Naga Emas adalah nama tempat itu. Terlihat serombongan orang tengah berjalan menaiki bukit itu. Melihat banyaknya orang-orang yang menaiki puncak bukit batu itu, sepertinya Partai Naga Emas tengah mengadakan sebuah acara hingga mengundang banyak orang untuk datang ke tempat itu. Rata-rata orang yang datang kesana adalah orang-orang yang berasal dari rimba persilatan.
Tidak salah. Hari ini, ketua Partai Naga Emas. Jiu Long akan merayakan 3 tahun pengangkatan dirinya sebagai ketua dunia persilatan. Hingga orang-orang persilatan dari berbagai sekte dan aliran, berondong-bondong datang untuk menghadiri acara tersebut. Jiu Long memang sangat dihormati dan disegani baik kawan maupun lawan. Hal ini, tentu saja karena kemmpuan Jiu Long yang sangat mumpuni dan sudah diakui oleh seluruh orang-orang dunia persilatan. Karena kemampuannya itulah, orang-orang persilatan memberikan gelar sebagai Raja Pendekar untuk Jiu Long. Gelar sebagai Raja Pendekar yang diberikan oleh orang-orang persilatan untuk Jiu Long, memang tidaklah berlebihan, karena sampai saat ini. Belum ada satupun pendekar yang mampu menyamai kemampuan Jiu Long.
Saat ini, di aula surga Partai Naga Emas, telah berkumpul ribuan orang persilatan, semuanya tampak duduk dengan tertib ditempat-tempat yang telah disediakan oleh Partai Naga Emas untuk masing-masing aliran. Juga tempat khusus dipersiapkan untuk orang-orang yang datang secara pribadi untuk memberikan ucapan selamat kepada Jiu Long. Walaupun keadaan begitu sangat ramai, tapi suasana tidak seriuh yang kita pikirkan. Hanya sesekali saja terdengar bisikan disana sini yang bergaung seperti lalat dibeberapa tempat di aula surga. Saat ini, semuanya tengah menanti kehadiran Jiu Long yang telah diberitahukan oleh si pembawa acara akan hadir dalam beberapa saat ini.
Belasan orang murid-murid Partai Naga Emas yang semuanya mengenakan pakaian serba putih, dengan pedang ditangan. Tampak sudah berbaris rapi, menjaga tempat itu.
“Ketua Jiu Long telah tiba!” sebuah suara keras yang berasal dari si pembaca acara memberitahukan tentang kehadiran Jiu Long ditempat itu. Seketika saja, semua tokoh-tokoh persilatan yang ada ditempat itu langsung bangkit berdiri untuk menyambut kedatangan Jiu Long.
Seorang laki-laki berusia sudah cukup mafan terlihat memasuki tempat itu, wajahnya biasa saja, tidak terlalu tampan. Terkesan biasa-biasa saja, tapi kharisma yang keluar dari dirinya begitu sangat terasa. Matanya terlihat tajam bagaikan pedang, mengenakan ikat kepala putih dan mahkota putih kecil diatas kepalanya. Di tanganyapun tampak tergenggam sebilah pedang yang memiliki warangka putih yang sangat indah.
Sementara itu, dibelakangnya. Tampak pula berjalan dua sosok wanita berparas cantik nan jelita. Kecantikan keduanya sungguh tak dibandingkan satu sama lainnya, karena begitu teramat jelita. Dan ini memancing perhatian semua orang yang ada ditempat itu yang tak henti-hentinya berdecak kagum kearah keduanya. Mereka adalah Gwangsin dan Lian Nishang. Istri Jiu Long.
“SELAMAT KETUA JIU LONG, SEMOGA PARTAI NAGA EMAS SEMAKIN JAYA DI LANGIT DAN DI BUMI!” semua orang yang ada ditempat itu langsung menjura hormat dengan kedua tangan yang saling tumpang tindih satu sama lain dan diletakkan di atas kening. Ucapan yang dikeluarkan secara bersama-sama itu terlihat bergemuruh dahsyat hingga terasa menggetarkan tempat itu. Sosok Jiu Long yang kini telah berada di kursi kebesarannya berbentuk naga yang melingkar-lingkar itu kini sudah berdiri menghadap kearah orang-orang persilatan yang menjura hormat kepadanya.
Jiu Long segera membalas juraan hormat yang ditujukan kepadanya dan berkata ; “TERIMA KASIH ATAS KEDATANGAN PARA PENDEKAR KE PARTAI NAGA EMAS” suara Jiu Long terlihat menggema di seluruh aula surga. Tidak begitu keras, tapi terdengar lembut membahana ditempat itu, seolah-olah suara itu datang dari empat penjuru angin. ‘Empat Penjuru Angin Menebar Suara’ telah dikerahkan oleh Jiu Long untuk menyapa para pendekar. Dapat dibayangkan betapa hebatnya tenaga dalam yang dimiliki oleh Jiu Long hingga bisa melakukan hal seperti itu.
“MARI, SILAHKAN DUDUK TUAN-TUAN” sambung Jiu Long lagi. Setelah para tamu-tamu kehormatannya duduk, Jiu Long pun ikut duduk di kursi kebesarannya. Matanya yang tajam, terlihat menatap kearah seluruh ruangan yang memang mampu menampung ribuan orang itu. Jiu Long dapat melihat bagaimana tempat itu sudah dipenuhi oleh orang-orang rimba persilatan.
Di balik senyum diwajahnya, Jiu Long terlihat menarik nafas panjang. Bukan sesuatu yang mudah bagi Jiu Long untuk mencapai statusnya seperti saat ini sebagai ketua dunia persilatan.
Masih terbayang dipelupuk mata Jiu Long, peristiwa beberapa tahun yang lalu yang hampir merenggut jiwanya, sebelum dia mencapai puncak kejayaannya. Di dunia persilatan saat itu, untuk diakui keberadaannya oleh orang-orang dunia persilatan. Setiap pendekar harus berjuang membesarkan namanya sendiri, seperti halnya Jiu Long yang berjuang dengan menantang pertarungan ketua dunia persilatan saat itu.
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The next morning, the building felt different.Not dramatically—just lighter, almost as if the hallways themselves were waking up with me. I stepped outside my apartment with a mug of tea in hand, planning to retrieve a package that had been misdelivered downstairs. The hallway carried the smell of brewed coffee, dryer sheets, and spring air drifting in through the stairwell windows.As I rounded the corner, I nearly collided with someone.“Whoa—sorry!” Mark said, catching himself with one hand braced against the wall. His other hand hovered near me instinctively, steadying without touching. We both froze for a heartbeat, startled and laughing softly at the near-miss.I held up my mug. “Tea emergency.”He lifted the envelope in his hand. “Rent emergency.”We laughed again. A comfortable sound. A familiar one.He was dressed casually—dark joggers, a soft gray T-shirt that looked like it had survived years of favorite-shirt status, hair still damp from a quick shower. There was somethin
The next morning began differently. It didn't begin with dread tightening my ribs or the weight of yesterday pressing down on my chest—just a quiet, steady sense of… possibility. A small one, but real enough to feel.Sunlight slipped through the blinds in thin gold ribbons. Instead of rolling over and hiding from it, I sat up slowly, letting the warmth touch my face. It was strange how unfamiliar simple things had become. The sunlight. Morning. A day that didn’t start with chaos.I stretched—awkwardly, stiff, but determined and moved through the apartment with the quiet intention of someone trying to reacquaint themselves with life.The first step of rebuilding: routine.Something I could touch, structure, rely on.I made coffee. A real breakfast—eggs, toast, slices of tomato. I washed the dishes afterward, then opened all the windows so the apartment could breathe with me.The next step: job applications.My laptop hummed to life, the screen glowing too bright at first. The last time
The next morning began differently than I expected.I didn’t wake up with heaviness.I didn’t wake up with panic.I didn’t wake up with the quiet, spinning dread that had crouched in the corners of my mind for days.I woke up … slowly.Warm.My cheek was pressed to the pillow instead of the couch. I must’ve dragged myself to bed sometime after the world outside went dark, though I didn’t remember doing it. The sunlight filtering through my curtains painted the room in soft gold, catching the edges of the dresser, glinting off a forgotten glass of water on the nightstand.I lay there for a moment, breathing quietly, listening to the gentle hush of morning. No alarms. No responsibilities tugging at me. No frantic thoughts demanding attention.Just a quiet sense of… okay.I stretched beneath the covers, feeling the slight pleasant ache in my muscles from yesterday’s cleaning spree. A real ache. The kind that had nothing to do with stress.My phone rested beside the lamp, still powered of
I woke up with my cheek pressed against the couch cushion, the fabric was warm from where my body had sunk into it overnight. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe properly. I just listened to the quiet, to the faint hum of the refrigerator, to the thin morning light nudging its way between the blinds.My head felt heavy, but not in the same way it had for days. It wasn’t confusion or the fog of exhaustion. It was… softness. A kind of weight that didn’t crush me. It just reminded me that I was still here.Yesterday’s conversation with the security guard lingered like a hand on my shoulder. Not a reprimand. Not a warning.Just concern.Someone had seen me, really seen me and instead of recoiling or snapping or demanding something from me, they’d simply asked if I was okay.And for the first time in a long time… I hadn’t lied.I shifted on the couch and felt my spine protest. My clothes were wrinkled, my hair was pulled into a frizzy knot at the base of my neck. I prob
The week after Anna’s visit had somewhat dissolved into static. I went to bed with my phone glowing beside me, I woke up reaching for it again. It wasn’t even about messages anymore. I just wanted proof that Mark was still out there, that he was still part of the quiet orbit that had begun to rule
The morning light filtered through the curtains in soft stripes, golden and quiet. For the first time in what felt like weeks, the world outside didn’t hum with tension. The air smelled faintly of rain and coffee. Mark was still asleep on the couch when I woke up. His head rested against the armres
It rained again that Thursday. Not the sharp kind that drums against windows, but a steady, patient rain that softened everything it touched. I’d spent most of the day pretending I wasn’t waiting for him. I cleaned, read a few pages of a book I didn’t register and I even brewed tea I forgot to drin
After the dinner, I didn’t see him for three days. It wasn’t unusual — Mark worked long hours, sometimes traveling out of town but this time it felt different. Since our dinner, there had been a subtle shift, something I couldn’t quite name. Before, his absence had been easy to explain but now it c






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