Hello Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

My first reaction when I encountered the landslide was not to run, but to immediately call Ethan. After all, Ethan always nagged at me, and I can almost hear him saying, "You can't do anything right; I always have to come to help." The phone rang for ages before it finally connected, and by then, the landslide had knocked me to the ground. "Yes? What is with you? Calling eight hundred times a day… Don't you ever get tired of it? I told you I'm working; I don't have time. "Hello? If you're not going to say anything, I'm hanging up. I've got other things to do." Beep, beep! Before I could say a word, Ethan impatiently scolded me. Typical. That had been Ethan Lang's attitude five years into our marriage. He might not have to put up with me anymore after this, though, because I might never see him again......

A knock on my office door startled me and I looked up just in time to see the last person I expected in my workspace. "Hello, dolcezza. How's your day going?" He invited himself in without asking me for permission as he knew that he rendered me speechless from the unexpected appearance he made of himself at my office. He settled down comfortably on the couch and smiled softly at me like we were in a healthy, happy relationship and he just came here to give his lover a surprise visit! Damn him… "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked coldly and he shook his head in amusement. "Last time after you asked the same question, I made love to you on your couch!" He winked at me. x------------x "Isabella, a hard-working architect who wants nothing more but to get rid of her past.... --- Alexander, an arrogant billionaire who wants nothing more but to make Isabella never forget her past!"

“Alina, you will get late for school again” I heard Dad banging on my door. “Last 10 min” I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us? “Alina…” I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit. “I am taking a bath” I yelled. “Come fast, your breakfast is ready,” Dad said before leaving. “Good morning” Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me. “Good morning” I whispered on his lips. “When did you bring me here,” I asked. “You were sleeping,” He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom. “This hide and seek is terrible” I sighed. “But it's fun” He chuckled. Author Note... Hello dear Readers, Meet Alina and her family. The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense..

Content Warning: This is a collection of dark, steamy age-gap romances centered on marriage, possession, and angst. These are stories where vows are a transaction, love is a battlefield, and the only happy ending is the one they fight for. He is always the other father—the guardian, the protector, the older man forced into a role he never asked for. She is the complication, the temptation, the younger woman who disrupts his carefully controlled world. Their unions are never simple. A marriage contract for protection. A vow sworn in desperation. A wedding to secure a future for a child. But behind every practical arrangement lies a dangerous, simmering tension that vows alone can't contain. This collection delivers standalone stories where passion is a privilege earned only after "I do." Expect charged glances across crowded rooms, kisses that feel like claims, and the slow, angsty burn of a man who believes he doesn't deserve her, fighting the overwhelming need to make her his in every way. For readers who like their romance dark, their heroes possessive, and their happy endings hard-won.

Real life gets messy… and dangerously hot. This collection dives into the kind of forbidden love and taboo desires you only whisper about. From scorching office crushes with your boss to explosive hookups with a forbidden ex, and fake lovers that cross a line you swore you would never touch. These stories are fast, dirty, and impossible to put down. Every secret, every stolen moment, and every broken rule takes the heat higher. ️️ For mature readers only. Expect explicit themes, dark kinks, and adult situations. Don't stop here. More volumes are waiting on my author page. Each one takes the taboo to a new level, exploring the darkest desires: mafia obsession, broken vows, arranged/forced marriage, and more. Explore the full Moan Lounge catalog. Categories: Sinner's Sanctuary Vol. 1: Taboo Romance & Forbidden Desires Collection • Breaking My Vows for Him (New updates daily!) • More forbidden stories coming soon... • And much more!

"I'll find you, even in an ant hole, Ericka. Just watch! You won't be able to escape me forever. I'll make you pay for this!" Ericka, a woman fleeing an abusive relationship, rents an apartment on the 27th floor of an old apartment building, thinking she'll be safe. She doesn't know that her only neighbor on that floor is Liam, a werewolf who locks himself away every full moon to prevent himself from killing humans. Their meeting isn't a story of instant love, but rather the meeting of two damaged souls seeking safety in their own ways. Ericka, traumatized by human violence. Liam, traumatized by the monster inside him. Who knows what will happen. Or who will die? "You can stay. I won't touch you. I won't ask you to trust me, but I'll do my best to keep you safe." "Good. I can't trust anyone either."

My Valenese neighbor dressed like a temptress—curves in all the right places, a delicate body topped with a pair of full, heavy breasts. Her name was Ayame. When she came by that evening to ask my husband to fix her computer, I heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure drifting from the other room. "Wanna try my new tongue stud? Consider it your payment for the repair." Then came my husband's moans of pure, shameless delight. I couldn't help but feel jealous. It had been so long since he'd sounded that happy with me. As I listened, my hand slid slowly beneath the waistband of my pants. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. I'd heard that Ayame's husband had a full ring of piercings down below. I'd been craving a taste for ages. If Ayame could seduce my husband, then I'd take my own turn sampling those piercings.

Ashley ran deep into the forest, tears streaming down her face. Her classmates had gone too far this time. The full moon illuminated her path as she stumbled through the woods, eventually stopping at a tree, breathless. She noticed the absence of party lights and realized she was deep in the forest. Her new dress was stained with blood, and more tears fell as she looked down at the mess. Looking up, she screamed in agony before collapsing, hugging her knees, shivering with fear. "Somebody help me," she whispered. Meanwhile, a creature with large paws raced through the forest, its grey fur ruffling in the wind. It stopped, sensing blood. Without hesitation, it followed the scent at top speed. Ashley started hearing noises and raised her head. "Hello? Is anyone there?" she called out, nervous. She noticed a blue glowing object behind the bushes, resembling eyes, and heard a howl. Terrified, she gasped… She just came in contact with a wolf!

Herbie was subconsciously self-sabotaging his relationship with every famous, beautiful, successful girl he's been with. When the relationship seemed to be going well, he'd find one little detail that would be enough reason to break-up. It could be that she's too clingy or too busy, to the trivial ones like having long fingernails or having eyes that are too big or too small. That's because in that tiny little space in his heart he kept a secret. He's got this huge crush on his next-door neighbor for what seems like forever. For ten years they were neighbors, for ten years he was content just stealing glances. Not that he didn't know her. She's his ex-girlfriend's sister! On their tenth year as neighbors, he got elected as President and CEO of a multinational corporation at only 36 years old. He didn't want to move apartments but duty called.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.