Lust Next Door Novels & Stories

[Male lead name: Daniel] [Female lead name: Kayla] -*-*-*-*- Outside the decent apartment in the basement, the chilling snowflakes were falling like any other usual day. The whole road was covered with white snow till six inches, which could freeze anything except the emotions of a couple madly in love. Daniel was playing team fight tactics with his friends online, his cursing was heard all the way around the apartment because the duo stayed all alone in their love nest.

And I can’t wait to live. When I finally get up to leave, both girls stand, too. Lillian holds out her pinkie first, then Ellie, and finally me. We link them all together. “Always,” I say. “Always,” my friends whisper right beside me. Steve comes home on New Years Day. Stalker-ish, I know, but I’ve been watching for their car. I should probably give him some time to rest or unpack, but I can’t stop myself from going straight over. He cocks his head at me when he sees me coming and leans in the doorway.

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.

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

My job didn’t pay much and neither did hers, but together, we made sure bills were paid in time and that we never went to sleep hungry. A text popped into my phone. Clandor? My heart stopped just for a moment before I realized who it was. Ahg… Mike: U home? I’ve been knocking. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly got up to get the door. He had a small unsure smile as he looked down at me. That smile that made me feel like I owed him something. “Hi, Mike.” I forced a smile. Meet Mike, the only person who still wouldn't leave me alone besides the countless attempts to scare my neighbours away and get them to leave me alone.

Dave stood in the doorway, throwing one hand in frustration. “Ever heard of ‘knocking’?” I air quoted. “This is our bedroom,” he made a gesture pointing at both of us. “What the hell are you…” “Language.” I held up a finger. “There’s a baby in the house. Let’s not have ‘fuck’ be the first word they learn.” His jaw tightened. “I got a call from the lawyer’s office.” “Mm.” I turned around, completely unbothered by the fact that I was currently wearing nothing but my irritation. “That was fast.”

At this moment, Bryan blinked and asked. “You’re dreaming if you think your mom will come back!” Julie glared at him, grabbed the plate of fruit, and left. As she left, she slammed the office door shut, startling Bryan. It was one of the poorest neighborhoods in the city, what many referred to as a slum. Since most of the shacks here were built haphazardly, the cheap rent attracted many idle citizens to gather here. When Nicholas’s car arrived at the outskirts of the slum, he saw Luna waiting for him. As soon as she saw him approaching, Luna came toward him and greeted him.

I had always been the golden child, making my parents proud in front of our relatives. We were talking about a place where the tab ran up dozens per head, and we just waltzed in like it was nothing. There I was, just me and my girl, savoring our feast in a private room, when the manager popped in. "Ma'am, the folks next door say you're picking up their tab today." I had to hand it to the manager, keeping his cool and all smiles even after the drama that just unfolded. "What'd they rack up?" I asked, taking a sip of water.

Knox muttered. He stepped out into the hallway. Lydia’s room was right beside his. The door looked untouched, lights inside dim. He knocked once. No response. Twice. Still silence. “Told you,” Knox whispered. “She’s asleep.” No. Open the door, Kai insisted. “This is crazy…” Open it. Knox twisted the knob and pushed the door open with a quiet creak. The room greeted him with soft pink hues, delicate decor, and a scent that was uniquely Lydia—lavender, warm pine, and something he couldn't quite place.

And more importantly the owner was stingy. She took her sling bag and said to her colleagues a bunch of 'byes', she left the building to her favorite cafe. She bought a packet of cookies along with her favorite strawberry muffins. She wanted to spend her free time in the cafe for a while but she wanted to go home. She hadn't slept last night because of the new romance book she had bought and she wanted to know the last conclusion of the story badly. As she reached home, she saw the apartment door was locked. Her roommate, Mikaela must be working late today as well.