Novel & Cerita My Black Neighbor

I stared at Adrian, still trying to figure him out. My brain refused to process anything. My room… but not my house. My bed… but not my street. My posters… but definitely not my peeling ceiling. It felt like stepping into a parallel universe sponsored by a billionaire with too much money and absolutely zero boundaries. I slowly turned back to Adrian. He looked annoyingly calm, like people reconstructed entire bedrooms from memory every day. “Mr Blackwell, we are not close enough for me to invite you into my room, right? So how do you know what my room looks like?”

I ask, as I watch Stephanie's garage door go up. "What?" Jasmine asks, sitting up and following my line of sight. A big SUV with tinted windows backs out of the garage and drives off before the garage door is completely closed. "She's leaving?" Jasmine asks as we both stare at the fading taillights. "Okay, let's think about this," I say, visualizing a likely scenario. "What would the neighbors think if three black men visited a single white woman at her house after dark?" "You think she's going to meet them somewhere?" she asks.

Multiple pairs of eyes were stuck on me, most of them surprised that I not only returned, but I did so in one piece. I paid them no mind, though; I was more concerned about my friends who were affected by Kimi’s death, just like I was. When Black and I arrived at the park house, I instructed a guard wolf standing outside the door to show him to the servant house so he could rest. “Will I see you tonight?” Black asked. I lifted my shoulder in a half-shrug, and he gave a curt nod in understanding. “Take care of yourself then. Goodnight,” he bowed, walking backward, and I waved before turning to face the door. With a deep sigh, I pulled the door open and almost went deaf.

What happened last Friday night, and what’s about to happen tonight, still makes me torn between wanting to cum in my pants or puke from the knot in my gut. We had just moved into this neighborhood two weeks ago. The place was a little run down, but the economy had crushed us. My job was shaky, Marina had lost hers, and we couldn’t afford our old mortgage. Bankruptcy and foreclosure left us with no choice. Not long after we settled in, we met our neighbors. Malik and Devonte, two young Black men in their early twenties. One afternoon, Marina was mowing the yard in short cutoffs, her pale ass cheeks practically spilling out, when Malik came over to introduce himself. He was tall, 6’2”, about

One of them roared, “Someone dared to mess with our family? They must have a death wish! We’ll make them pay!” Vera nodded furiously. Her eyes brimmed with malice as she shot a glare at my door. Just as they were about to start pounding and causing a ruckus, the door creaked open. Victor leaned against the doorframe. A cigarette dangling from his lips as he sneered. “Wow, don’t you know that your yelling is disturbing the neighbors? I guess your hearing is gone. Better get to a hospital to fix that. And while you’re at it, you might want to get your brains checked. Seems like you’re all in the late stages of brain cancer.”

"Look, Ms. Martin, it's important to keep things peaceful with your neighbors. I'm just relaying unit 402's concerns. Please don't take it personally. We'll never resolve anything if you act like this—" "The problem isn't with me, so why should I have to solve it?" I interrupted, my patience thinning. "I've had my cat for years. It's vaccinated, has all its papers, and it's neutered. It has never caused any noise at night! If unit 402 can't stand it, they can move out or leave this world for good!" With that, I hung up. Dang it! Did they think I was some kind of pushover? I was really curious to see what tricks they'd try next.

"Last night, Daisy was walking back from the patrol outpost at the edge of the woods." "She took the path behind Pack House, and someone grabbed her from behind — covered her mouth and dragged her into the trees!" Daisy clutched Harold's arm, trembling as she picked up where he left off. "I saw his face while I was fighting back." "It was Koda! He even told me he was the new neighbor who'd just moved in." My gaze settled on Daisy's tear-streaked face, and I cut in without warmth. "How exactly did you identify him as my son?"

Black. The title felt like a slap. I wrapped both hands around the warm mug and stared into the black liquid, trying not to think about how my thighs still felt slick, how my nipples were still sensitive against the robe, how my pussy still throbbed with the memory of being stretched and used by both of them. I forced myself to speak. “Is… Mr. Black here? Either of them?” “Mr. Black left at six.” She didn’t specify which one. “Mr. Matteo is in the gym.”

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

One reckless night. One unforgettable stranger. One shocking discovery. She thought he was just a man she'd never see again. Until she moved into her new apartment and discovered that her one-night stand was the handsome, infuriating man living right next door. Now, avoiding him is impossible, especially when the chemistry between them refuses to die.