Dirty Neighbor Novels & Stories

I walk in and see Nadine on the counter as Denver cooks. "Guy, I'm sorry if I'm intruding." I say as I hear their chatter stop. "Hey man. What's up?" Denver asks and I smile at Nadine. "Kera is sick. She threw up everywhere and she had bad nosebleed while we were sleeping. Can you guys please keep an eye on her while I run to get some medicine, please." I ask and Nadine hops down and walks toward me. "Of course." She says and I nod, thanking them and walking out.

gasp as he presses me against him, and I laugh, squirming out of his arms. - Stop! I scold in a whisper as I nervously glance at the two-story house behind me. “We don't have privacy anymore. He smiled. “My dad's still at work, love. He doesn't arrive until five in the afternoon. Oh. Well, at least something good. I look up and down the neighborhood, and I see house after house, curtains open and children playing here and there. It's not like in apartments where everyone sees your life but doesn't care because you're just passing through and won't be around long enough for anyone to think you deserve their attention. Here, in a real neighborhood, people invest their time in their neighbors.

I had a new roommate. Strange noises always came from his room at night. Plus, there was always a strong foul stench, even on him. Every time he walked past me, I needed to cover my nose. I always thought that he often brought his girlfriend home to have fun all night long, but I never once saw his girlfriend. The noises irked me to no end. Even putting on noise-cancelling earphones did not help. Did he bring his girlfriend home again this time?

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

He sipped black coffee, eyes locked on his terminal. ShadowFox, his online alias, had been toying with a mysterious lover named NightWhisper for months. Their encrypted chats escalated from flirtation to explicit commands, sharing fantasies of control and surrender. But lately, NightWhisper's hacks felt too familiar, mirroring his own style in ways that screamed rival. Jordan's chat window pinged. It was him, PhantomByte, challenging her to a live duel in a virtual arena. “Ready to lose again, Fox?” she typed, smirking. But another window flickered.

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."