Dirty Neighbor Novels & Stories

His eyes looked dazed, like something had cast a spell on him. Rina smiled and linked arms with Kian. The three of them were laughing together like one happy family, making me feel like the outsider in my own home. Late that night, Kian and Rina finally went back next door. I cleaned up the mess on the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Water rushed from the faucet. I scrubbed the plates on autopilot. That kind of desire is strongest before it happens. But once it's over, you're left with regret.

ON THE darkest part of Dilim City, bordering the Midnight and Crescent District, the crooked alleys pulsed with noise, vendors shouting over black-market relics, immortals haggling beside glowing potion stalls, and drunken Gwiazdan shifters stumbling from taverns thick with smoke. The place was the filthiest corner of Nacht Territory, a place nobles pretended not to know existed. It was the so-called Wild Niche. Eshnu loved every second of chaos around him. He immediately went into the Wild Niche after the confrontation with Hevian to meet a certain individual.

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

he promised. “Antonio, get me out of here right now. I don't like it here Antonio. The room I have is too small. I can't breathe in here. And it's so dirty and the bathroom is cockroach infested, not to talk of the rats here. And then they wake me up by six am because of that damn body count. You know I hate waking up early" I complained. "You'll be moved to a bigger and better room while we work on your release. Just be patient, Gemma" he promised.

Avery pulled the phone away slowly, staring at the screen like it might change. It didn’t. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. Maybe he didn’t hear it. Maybe his phone was on silent. Maybe Her phone buzzed in her hand. Her chest jumped. Jace. She answered immediately. “Hey.” There was a pause on the other end. “Hey.” His voice sounded different. Not cold. Just… distant. “You didn’t answer,” she said. “I know,” he replied. Avery frowned slightly. “Were you busy?” Another pause.

Ivan sat across from him, his posture relaxed but his eyes alert, like a predator sizing up an old ally. Pamela stayed by Sophia, her hands still trembling as she adjusted the pillow, her eyes flicking between her friend and the men at the table. The cleaners worked on, their movements a quiet backdrop—the rustle of plastic as they wrapped Nash’s body, the soft scrub of brushes against the floor, the faint hiss of a spray bottle. The blood was nearly gone now, the hardwood gleaming under their efforts, as if nothing had happened. It was surreal, the way they erased a life so efficiently, and Pamela’s stomach twisted at the thought.

I spun slowly, trying to take it all in, knowing in my heart I was unlikely to ever return here. "Miss Cho?" said a middle-aged man, somewhere behind us. "I'm Peter Bittern, the GM. We talked, earlier?" "Yes. Good evening, Mr Bittern. Do you have them?" "Not the Silent, sadly, no. But the other two are here." "Oh. That's a shame. I'm worried about my neighbours, you see. I'm already pretty constrained as to when I can practice, and..."

SKYLER I quickly started the d******d. However, the d******d isn’t very big, and it isn’t long before it is pinging at me again to say that it had finished. As soon as I heard the ping, I disconnected from the internet, still just that little paranoid about them finding me again. I don’t wait this time as I open the file. There wasn’t much in it, all it said was, ‘ATTENTION ALL SECTORS Clean sweep has been postponed.

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