Lust Next Door Novels & Stories

Because I can find worse. *** Wrapped in a thick hoodie and her softest pair of sweats, Luna walked barefoot across the small living room. The kettle on the stove was close to boiling, the rising steam carrying the faint scent of chamomile. A knock came from the door. She glanced at the clock: 9 p.m. Not many people came by unannounced, especially this late. Anna would've texted first. And Nico... well, she didn't let herself finish that thought.

Liv was usually a neat freak constantly nagging Hannah to clean up either one of her messes or her gear off of the floor. Hannah began to hear soft noises coming from their shared bedroom in their apartment. "What the hell?". Hannah opened the bedroom door and was immedately hit with instant regret. Hannah saw her girlfriend currently in a mess of tangled limbs with another woman, naked in their bed. "Liv! What the hell?!" Hannah screamed. Startled, Oliva jumped up and threw a blanket over herself. "Hannah you're home early! I thought you wern't supposed to be home for another six months?!".

When Rachel heard me say that, she let out a cold laugh. "Defendant, is your son some kind of irresistible catch? Does my client, Daisy, have nothing better to do than rush to ruin her own purity just to frame him?" Daisy immediately echoed her. "I really did see Lucas. When I was heading to tutoring, I happened to see him coming out of his apartment. We took the elevator down together. He told me his name was Lucas Cole and that he was a newly moved-in neighbor."

I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I needed to get him distracted and away from our false Luna long enough to inform her of the truth. I let my nose guide me, and ended up in front of the door to the cinema room. I stood outside for a second, wondering how I was going to achieve my goal. Whatever I was going to do I had to make out like it was urgent. I placed my hand on the door handle and opened it quickly. Barging through and panting as though I was out of breath from running. The sight before me sent chills down my spine. Our false Luna was in the arms of our cruel Alpha. What if I was already too late to convince her of what kind of man Alpha Carson truly was?

Arriving there, Lucas walked down the corridor and stopped at door number 812. Lucas slightly held his hand in front of the door. Still think that this is wrong. It's wrong to meet your ex at the apartment even though tomorrow is your wedding day. But after convincing himself that he would leave as soon as he took the gift Luna meant, Lucas knocked on the door. Not any longer, the door opened and there was a woman with hair as black as charcoal, white as marble, and tall. Luna Lee. "How are you, Luke? Come in." "Um, fine. But I'm just a minute, to getting the prize," Lucas said, scratching the back of his neck. And, yes, he came in.

Toronto, Canada – May 22, 2032, 7:03 a.m. Sun came through the blinds in thin gold lines across the floor. Chino woke before the alarm, Liam still asleep beside him, one arm thrown over the pillow, breathing slow and even. The apartment was new—second-floor walk-up in Leslieville, big windows, small balcony overlooking a quiet street. Boxes still half-unpacked in the living room. A single photo on the shelf: him and Liam at Cherry Beach last summer, wind in their hair, laughing like they had nowhere else to be.

Joshua frowned and contemplated for a moment before he got out of his car and followed them. “There’s a farmer’s market nearby. I’ll bring you there tomorrow to have a look,” said Theo to Luna as they got out of the elevator. He wheeled Luna’s suitcase along until they arrived at her front door. Then, with a smile, he left the suitcase next to her and turned to leave. “Alright then, I’ll let you unpack in peace now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Alright.” Although Luna and Theo would be living near each other, they were not exactly next-door neighbors. The units at Swan Lake Residences were studio apartments, and there were six or seven units on each floor. Luna lived three doors away from Theo.

I would rather remain a slave to them than become a Luna like her. What would people say when they find out their Luna used to be a slave. What would I say when I stand in front of people. I’m only eighteen how would I be a mother to the entire pack? No one will respect an eighteen year old as their Luna. My phone beep in my pocket distracting my thoughts. I took the phone out and smiled at the text notification on my screen. It was from Luiz in our group chat Luiz:yo bitches!! I reacted immediately, I was about to drop a greeting but Sera beat me to it.

It was plain brown, but the weight of it was significant, and the shipping label was stark, black, and expensive-looking. The address, however, was wrong. It read "Apt 3B," but he was in 3A. The name printed in bold, elegant font was "M. Thorne." Leo had lived in the Oakwood Gardens apartment complex for two years and had never met his neighbor in 3B. He’d only ever heard the faint, deep thrum of a bass guitar late at night and seen the occasional sliver of light under the door. The neighbor was a ghost, a nocturnal creature whose existence was marked only by silence and shadow.

“You called me mamma. Twice. For the record, you are my baby. That’s why I called you baby. Twice.” She could not help but snort this time. “Have some shame.” Came her another whine. “Shame? Is it something that you eat?” He lifted a brow with curiosity. As she shot him a slight glare, he sneered. “The reason I brought you here was to let Lune, means the lemur, predict your future.” It was mandatory to learn what waits ahead for her. Chelsea tilted her head to his side. “It can predict the future?” She surely never met such a weird creature before. To be exact, she kept herself at distance from other creatures since they always meant harm.