Emily Naughty Neighbor Novels & Stories

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Was Megan right? The neighbour across the road was at his letter box. She was certain that he had checked his mail three times already, and Mrs Essen next door was watering very late, standing on her driveway with her hose pointed away from Emily’s house, her back to her, as if determinedly not watching. Snooping, she thought with embarrassed anger. They had obviously seen Owen’s move during the day. She and Owen had become the street’s entertainment, as good as any soap opera, she thought angrily as she let herself into her house.

Max Levine replied cheerfully. Emily replied, "Don't worry, Maxie! See you tomorrow afternoon, okay? Bye." A brief conversation with Max Levine lifted Emily's mood. The memory of the mysterious man made her shudder. Actually, if she called Henry Crawford, she could find out the name of the man who lived next door to Henry in the penthouse. Unfortunately, Emily was reluctant to socialize with that man for several reasons, especially due to the legal case involving the son of Senator Gordon Crawford. After a satisfying dinner, Emily went to lie down on her bed without worrying about gaining weight from sleeping after eating.

The Neighbour Emily's POV Her name was Cora Varda. She was fortyfour years old and had served as legal representative for the Thornfield Pack , Ironblood's eastern neighbour, for six years. She had been present at two of the restructuring sessions. She had asked questions that were technically appropriate and strategically intelligent and had never once raised a flag in any of our assessments because she had presented herself as a neutral legal professional doing her job.

it was a nasty scene in front of friends and family, surely Matt has no limits he was a shameless bastard who acted foolishly before thinking about his uncalled for behavior. Emily ignored him and continued walking towards the coffin, now that she was near her, the tears wouldn’t stop. Matt didn’t give up he went ahead and yanked her hands to make her pay attention to him but Emily just pulled her hands away and simply said “I want to say goodbye to my grandmother, okay.” Nina who was also present joined in when she saw that his father was being humiliated in front of the moaners. Oh… how she hated Emily and it has been awhile since she took her frustrations on her. She is the only problem

I breathed, maybe a little too loud, because he heard me. His head tilted slightly in curiosity. "Oh, hey. You must be new to 5A?" "No, no, just visiting," Dad answered, patting my shoulder. "But my daughter will be working for the Walkers." Archie grinned. "Guess that makes us neighbors, then. I live next door." "Great," I squeaked, my voice way too high-pitched.

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.

From the moment, I enter Aunt Eli’s house. My every move was already looked over by my cousin’s Mae. Why did you took so long in Greg’s house? My cousin’s asked? I smiled at him. “oh my god Kel’s. did you to do it? I nodded as I answered her, stop shouting Aunt might hear us, I said. Is that a new beginning? I smiled , I think so. I hope this will be the Last “ I said” and went t my room.

With no evidence that she didn't murder her aunty, no eyewitness, no one to clear her name, Emily end up in prison. ****End of flashback****