Dirty Neighbor Novels & Stories

I searched, entering one of the IP addresses registered in my computer's system. I will find you! You can hide from me Edward, and I know you're old and quickly killed. **

I don,t know how but I can feel Lizzy using her magic, it’s the slightest change in the air that has me curious. The Alpha that has come with Lizzy’s Grandparent’s, I think he is her mothers cousin, has a dark aura and it seems to set my wolf on edge when he turns his eyes on me. Darnick is busy chatting to his new friends and I am so happy for him. I know his childhood was difficult and he had little to no friends, so seeing him thriving is making my heart happy.

The smell is overwhelming—sex, sin, and piss. I can still see Mr. Henderson in his window, zipping up his pants with a satisfied smirk. I should feel guilt. Shame. Remorse. But all I feel is a dark, bottomless hunger. This wasn't a mistake. It was a fucking awakening. And I know, with a certainty that terrifies and thrills me, that the garbage disposal is going to have a very mysterious and recurring problem from now on.

Cause if I want you, I want you, love I won't back down, I won't ask for space Cause space is just a word Invented by someone who was afraid to get too Close - Nick Jonas (...) Ella How can one person be so annoying and hot at the same time? I don't know the answer to this question, but if I were to describe my neighbor, it would be exactly like this. And mind you, since I started raving about him, we have only exchanged a few words twice. Once last night and once today.

Not sexy, exactly, but something. I typed: For you baby. Goodnight. Opened her chat. Hit send. Then I saw the name at the top of the screen. Sebastian. No. No, no, no. I scrolled up with my heart beating so hard. The last message was weeks old… Dinner at Mom's. Sunday 6PM. Don't be late. I'd never replied. And now I had sent a shirtless photo to my stepbrother. My hands shook as I mashed out: wrong person wrong person wrong person Then I tried to delete it.

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, in a way that had never happened with Dedan before. She could not understand what it was about him that disorganized her. "Hi." he greeted. "My name is Richard Benson, your new neighbor." "What do you want?" "I can't concentrate with the loud music you're playing. Could you please turn it down?" "You're not the only one in the neighborhood." She snapped. "If you don't turn it down, I will be forced to report you for noise pollution." "You won't dare." "Watch me. You have one minute."

“Ever heard of that? If you’re going to pester me into receiving you into my house, then you have to play by the rules.” “Which is?” I do not play by silly rules, and neither do I discomfort myself for the comfort of others. “If it makes sense, I’ll play by it.” All I have to do is turn on my flashlight using my phone. “I do not like any form of light.” She grumbled. “It makes me sick and it makes me feel pathetic.” Natasha chuckled bitterly. “I do not need a daily reminder that my days are numbered.”

His grin was so wide I wanted to smack it out of his face. "Rematch Julian." He just grinned and restarted and Mrs. Cross threatened the spatula one more time from downstairs and neither of us moved as we tried focusing entirely on killing each other. It certainly beats a certain household I know of. Speaking of, my phone has been going off all night. The night was almost perfect. Almost.