Dirty Neighbor Novels & Stories

But as I set the box down and caught myself glancing toward the door again, toward the hall where my neighbour had disappeared, I shook my head quickly. Nope. Nooo. Neighbour flings never ended well. People got messy, feelings got complicated. And if there was one thing I didn’t need right now, it was complicated. I pressed my palms to the sides of the box and whispered under my breath, “Yeah, not happening.”

she muttered, kicking the napkin off with a sharp shake of her foot. It wasn’t the first time. Cade Walker, her arrogant, messy, smug neighbor had been living in 10B for barely three months, and in that short time, he had already turned their clean hallway into his personal trash station. He never seemed to care about the building rules or, worse, about the people forced to live next to him.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

A text from my stepfather lit the screen, and it read, “One wrong move, Grace. Better not mess up on this retreat.” My stomach twisted. Like I didn’t already feel the pressure crushing my lungs. The last thing I needed was a player dying of food poisoning on my watch. A harsh, hacking sound cut through my spiraling thoughts. One of the players was bent over the edge of a seat, dry heaving and wheezing, his face pale as ash. “Help!” he croaked, clutching his chest.

“I already did. I might have tasted just a tiny bit of one too. Like, not even a sip but more like stuck my tongue into it.” I wrinkle my nose. “Hopefully not mine.” “Nah,” Scarlet says, twisting around in a bar stool. “It was mine. Doesn’t bother me, though it should, right? I mean, it sounds disgusting.” “You love me.” Quinn wrinkles her nose and smiles, and I catch Danielle watching them. I remember what she said about feeling like an outsider, and suddenly I feel a lot more connected to Danielle than I thought I would.

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.

I close the door. Lean against it. And finally, finally let myself look in the mirror. The writing on my lower back, scrawled in permanent marker: WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD, SLUT I should be offended. I laugh until I cry. That night, I text Dominic. Want to help me break in the new bed tomorrow? His response comes within minutes. Absolutely. Same time? Same time. A pause. Then: Just the three of us? Or do you want to meet more of the neighbourhood?

“I just moved in. Apartment 3B.” The woman’s face lit up. “Oh! You’re the new tenant,” she said warmly. “I’m your neighbor—apartment 3C. I’m Nadia.” “Nice to meet you, Nadia.” “Likewise. How are you finding the place so far?” Dianne hesitated for a fraction of a second, then smiled honestly. “Quiet. Clean. Peaceful. Exactly what I needed.” Nadia nodded, as if she understood more than Dianne had actually said.

Maya’s face flashed in my mind—her screaming my name, pussy clenching around me as I filled her with cum. The way she’d whispered that she loved being my sister while I fucked her. And now this? Clara holding our dirty secret like a loaded gun. I wiped her lipstick off my cheek with the back of my hand, but the taste of danger lingered. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

Every word landed like a stone in still water, rippling outward into territories I didn't want to examine. "Dallas might be head over heels," Hazel continued, "might look at you and see someone worth crying over. But I don't. I see a man with secrets and blood on his clothes and a family that reeks of something rotten." She paused, letting it sink in. "She's my best friend. She's all I have. And you're going to destroy her without even meaning to." The bathroom faucet shut off. We both heard it, the sudden silence pressing down like a hand.