Dirty Neighbor Novels & Stories

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

Without hesitation, she retrieved a handkerchief from her pocket, a small but potent tool in her quest to restore order. With gentle yet purposeful strokes, Nora began to wipe away the traces of neglect that had accumulated over time. Dust particles danced in the sunlight streaming through the windows as she meticulously cleaned each surface, leaving no corner untouched. The handkerchief became a conduit of her dedication, erasing the signs of abandonment and breathing new life into the space. **** As the city skyline loomed closer, Merrick's anticipation grew. His company, his creation, awaited him, a testament to his vision and relentless pursuit of success. The car glided into the parking

He kills the engine but stay seated, not even moving a muscle. “I’ll be quick, then when I get back, you can treat me to lunch.” I smile as I step out, a grin forms on his face. Yeah, sweet man I’ll come back to you. I make my way to the entrance and push open the doors of the retirement home. A peculiar scent immediately assailed my senses. A uncanny blend of antiseptic cleaners with a trace of floral air fresheners and a hint of aging wood. The mingling odors seems to encapsulate the essence of the place.

The silence is scary, not a noise comes from anywhere. You can see the patches of blood still on the road where the guys haven’t cleaned yet, but the small wet patches hint at the small effort made as they tried to clean the blood away. As we walk up the front door, Ash slowly places a hand on the door and knocks gently.

Dexter Norman ended up living in a tiny, run-down neighborhood on the outskirts of New York. He managed to find a small, relatively clean single-room home—a shabby place that barely offered basic shelter, but at least it was all his own. He spent days, then weeks, waiting for someone from the Norman family to come looking for him, but no one ever showed up. The absence of any search party confirmed what Dexter had always suspected: he wasn’t truly wanted back home.

I cautiously squinted through the peephole and saw the last face I ever expected to show up at my door. My grumpy, mean, old neighbor from next door. What business does he have? I jumped slightly when he slammed his fist on the door again. With a dramatic sigh, I twisted the knob and opened it. And instantly wrinkled my nose. Not because of him—but because of the god-awful smell. What is that? Did someone just die? “May I help—?” “You rude, dirty little woman!” he bellowed like Gandalf but make it evil. “If you think you can just ruin my whole night with your vomiting racket last night, think again! I couldn’t sleep at all. And now there’s all this construction noise going on in there!”

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

When I reached upstairs I noticed that one guy I was hoping to not see, I tried to dodge him but he noticed me. "Ahh, Mr. Carson, long time no see." He said as he approached me. I let out a dry breath. "Merda." Well, shit if it isn't my exclusive business partner Mr. Grey. I hate this guy. He's annoying and acts as if he knows it all not to mention a fucking pervert. I could put a bullet through his head any time but I can't because he's twenty percent of my wealth. "Mr. Grey," I say, shaking his hand. He chuckles a little then lures me into a hug. Well, fuck me.