the cabin door short story

"Legend had it that in the deepest part of the oldest galaxy, there was a door as red as blood and fire. Legends and myths, darkness and light, countless stories passed through this old door. The Door of Constellation that overlooked everything would warn the sky and earth, sending darkness back to where it belonged."

It had been Betty White's wish to marry an ordinary man. Somehow, she became the mate of a Alpha? He promised to love her forever, dote on her, and cherish her. She believed this should be what happiness looked like until one day he threw a pad of papers at her. "Betty, we should get divorced." She fell from Heaven, her heart breaking into pieces. Five years later, she came back and met him again. No longer alone, she was accompanied by a cute kid. The child looked at the man, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Mommy, this man looks just like me. Is he your baby too?"

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!

When they first met, Tang Wan sighed, “The fifth young master of the Jiang family is just as the rumors said. He’s celibate, aloof, prideful, and is a man to be revered. Unfortunately, he’s so smart that he no longer has any will to live, which made him sickly, and he’s going to die soon… Later on, the fifth young master brought her into his room. When she came out, everyone stared at her in shock. Why was she crying? …… Later on, it was said that the fifth young master returned after he recovered from his illness, and he brought a girl back. She appeared pure and harmless, but underneath that harmless appearance, she was actually a spitfire that offended quite a number of people. But the fifth young master just said, “I brought her back, so I’ll let her do whatever she wants. If… anything happens, I’ll take responsibility.” His best friend gave him a reminder. “You’re going to be responsible for someone from the Tang family?” “Since she came back with me, she’s mine. She’s just a young girl and is spoilt. I have to take responsibility.” After Tang Wan married into the Jiang family, she only had one mission. She must give birth to his children before he died! Meanwhile, the fifth young master was puzzled. “You’re a gentle and shy girl during the day, so why are you so different during the night?” Tang Wan thought. ‘I have to make every second count. He won’t be able to live long.’ After she gave birth to his son and he became one year old, Tang Wan was prepared to become a widow. However… ‘Why isn’t he dead yet?’ Much later, the fifth master of the Jiang family asked her, “I heard that you’ve been looking for my death every day. Do you want to kill me by sucking me dry?”

When he was engrossed in the Wizard World, Roger unexpectedly transmigrated to a world that seemed familiar yet strange. In this place, the legendary monsters actually existed, disguising themselves among the populace and becoming a part of this world. Starting from a deserted island, Roger began his career as a Demon Hunter. Although he had an inborn golden touch after transmigrating, what made him somewhat helpless was that it wasn't him with the cheat, but rather just a dilapidated house ready to collapse... After a long time, when Roger ascended to the castle surrounded by mountain peaks, he couldn't help but let out a sincere exclamation: “From a cabin to a castle, the house is too big and hard to manage!” ………… This is the story of a Demonic Hunter living in the modern world.

After marriage— On Valentine's Day, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" Wrapped up in her blanket and close to falling asleep, Xia Wan'an mumbled, "Sleep." On Christmas Day, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" With her arms around her pillow, Xia Wan'an casually replied, "Sleep." On their wedding anniversary, holding a cup of water, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" Cozied up in bed, with sleepy eyes, Xia Wan'an looked at Han Jingnian, wary of the water he might spill on the bed. She thought for a moment, then replied, "With you... together."

[Tenant: 002] [Name: Reiko Onodera] [Physical Strength: 5] [Intelligence: 5] [Charm: 9] [Daily Rental Payment Required: 666 yen or role-play as a housewife daily (paid)] [Daily Income Generated: 5,000 yen (settled)] [Tenant Desire List:] [1. Wishes to find a suitable job (X)] [2. Hopes to bring her daughter to live together in Tokyo (X)] [3. Has found a dependable person in Tokyo (accomplished)] ………… Living in Tokyo, collecting rent while lying flat. The widow working part-time away from home, the heartbroken beauty who ran away from home... the tenants are all strange... ```

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

Six years ago, he was the peerless God Ye, who had his entire memory wiped by a sinister plot. Six years later, his daughter was bullied and on the brink of death. With a single utterance of "God Ye," the king returned! All his foes were utterly crushed! Starting as the War God, goddesses from all over the world sought him out...

Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father. That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found. While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor. All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response: "I'm busy." And then… silence. She waited. And waited. Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand. He never came. Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle. Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene: Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave. The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash. And from those ashes, something far stronger rose: Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.