My Neighbor's Secret Novels & Stories

It was softly said, with a sexual tone. I was brushing my teeth, watching her from inside the bathroom door. I had no view of the window, or Bob. She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him. "Well Tim." she said. "Our neighbor is flashing his big piece of meat at your wife again." She chuckled, absurdly. I almost dropped my brush, and spoke with a mouth full of toothpaste, "You're joking."

Gradually, merely fooling around outside was not enough for them. Their intimate moments of canoodling began appearing within the company, in different public areas that happened to be empty at the time. I had secretly installed cameras and captured several gigabytes of evidence. Julian trembled. His head was down. He did not dare to watch the footage of his passionate, frenzied encounters with Ivy. His earlier roars had echoed in the room, making his current silence all the more pathetic. My gaze remained impassive as I addressed him. “Your parents are asking you questions. Why aren’t you answering?

I nod my head and dart off towards my little home. "Remember Sierra ... it's a secret"

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

His promise to come back. I touched my lips, still tasting him, and smiled. Tomorrow night felt like forever away. But I already knew I’d leave the window open. Wide open. The city kept moving outside, but inside my apartment everything had changed. One neighbor. One window. And a secret that felt too good to stop.

My dog really is one of a kind. I was about to retreat inside when a chorus of moans and breathless whispers drifted over from my only neighbors-a young couple, Junior and Andeng, who lived alone in the cottage next door. "Junior, please! Not now-it's too early. Sasha might hear us!" I froze in place, a groan building in my throat. Here we go again. "Come on, Andeng-you left me hanging last night-" Oh boy. Junior, you're wearing that woman out!

"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?"

That all changed when I heard a call from around the driveway. "Abby, you out here?" Our neighbor Courtney's voice was unmistakable. Most nights, Abby and Courtney go for an evening walk to stay in shape, and just chat. Court also is a secret smoker. She comes over to our place to have a smoke so her husband won't find out.

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.

Break me! The thought of it makes my heart flip. I'm thinking of so many things right now that could break me. My heart is breathing fast. I'm about to discover another secret about me hanging right there on the wall. Common sense will tell me to run; I already have enough to take care of, but then I couldn't move. Somehow I want to hear the secret Mum has been keeping from me. The secret she's having with her neighbors, who turn out to be Dad's brother he never talks about.