Novel & Cerita The-neighborhood-celebrity

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

On stage stood Derick Lingard, popularly known as De.King—the billionaire celebrity singer and heir of the Lingard family, the most powerful and wealthiest family in all of New City. His name alone carried weight. De.King had the widest fan base in the music industry, both in New City and across the world. His voice was said to melt one's hearts, to heal wounds, to make people fall in love with someone they would never touch. Tonight was the De.King Arena Concert.

Somehow, she didn’t fit the image of the stuck-up wealthy socialite I’d expected to find in a neighborhood like this. As we walked beneath the shade of towering oak trees, Vivienne pointed out the various homes and told me about the people who lived behind their impressive facades. She seemed to know something about everyone. She knew which families had been there the longest, which houses had been passed down through generations. She knew the neighbors who were famous for their Christmas decorations, their garden parties, or their inability to mind their own business. The more she talked, the more interesting the place became. The stories brought the neighborhood to life in a way it hadn’t

"Wait a minute... did you say the Carters? The renowned billionaire family? That Carter family lives right next door to you guys?" "Yes, they do," my dad answered proudly, taking a sip of his coffee. "We found out we were neighbours when we moved into the neighbourhood some months back. They are incredibly nice neighbors, very down-to-earth despite all their wealth." Jeff turned his head toward me, a look of sudden realization washing over his face. He squinted his eyes, looking completely confused. "Wait... the Carters? Luca Carter's family? Emma, the whole university campus has been trending with videos of him today. So, does that mean your boyfriend lives right next—"

As I near her neighborhood, I try to call her and let her know I’ve arrived but something strange catches my eye. There are people walking in the streets. What normally used to be a peaceful neighborhood is crawling with people carrying cellphones and big-ass professional cameras. “What in the hell is going on here?” How did the paparazzi find out that Keira lives in this neighborhood? Shit, this isn’t good. I make a sharp turn and leave the neighborhood as fast as I can praying that I didn’t get spotted. If I did, then I could kiss any chance of getting back with Keira goodbye.

"You are never going to tell me about the neighbor nextdoor, right? Don't think I don't have my eyes on you, kid." Believe me I didn't see that coming. I felt warmness creep up my cheeks as it always did whenever thought of Emem crossed my mind. Noticing the intent gaze my mother was giving me, I covered it up. "By the neighbor nextdoor you mean the slim dark girl?" I pretended not to understand, "what happened to her and why should I tell you about her? She's your neighbor too. You could just walk up there and do the enquiries." "Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about." She said.

The smile that graces her lips makes my heart skip a beat. Maybe I am starting to like my beautiful neighbor. *************************************************************** After having dinner with my father, I have just entered the home, and I have not even turned on the lights when I hear a loud groaning sound coming from outside. Peeking my head outside the door, I watch Ariana carrying shopping bags in both of her hands with an annoyed expression on her face. Quickly, stepping outside, I take bags from her hand. Instead of going to her place, she stomps inside my apartment, leaving me to follow her.

she seemed like a nice chick but looks can be deceiving sometimes. Remembering that my glass was empty, l headed back towards the kitchen but l got sidetracked when l saw some commotion going on in the backyard. It looked like a giant circle of bodies was surrounding someone upside. Heading out, l got a better view from the deck and saw that they were clearing on someone doing a keg stand. Of course they were. What else am going to witness tonight. Upon closer examination, l noticed that it was none other than the sinfully attractive guy named John - from earlier. Seriously though there was no way that his name is John. He is clearly from Russia and there was no way in hell would his parents

Leonard replied quickly, making Jeanne frown. "Why not? They are my nieces, and I’ve got some cute names for them!" Leonard shrugged her off, and she pulled out her phone to take pictures of my babies together. "Fine! If you won’t let me name them, then I will be the first to announce that Mr. Celebrity Leo Smith's wife just gave birth to two adorable identical girls," she said, typing away and posting it, making everyone laugh. I shook my head at their childish banter. This is the kind of life I’ve always wanted—full of laughter, happiness, and peace. I stared at everyone chatting happily, with huge smiles on their faces.

“Do you believe me now?“ He asked. “I told you that you were going to live!“ I turned around and wrapped my hands around him. “Brother, I am so happy! I am not going to die soon…” After helping me take the pill, we sat around the dining table and had dinner. All the sadness I had felt before was completely gone. I was now whole again! Dad looked at Dave. “We are holding a homecoming ceremony for her this weekend. What do you think, sweetheart?“ He asked and turned to me. I was a bit tense about that. “Dad… um… I don't like crowds too much. It is really not necessary. I am already so happy being here…”