My Neighbor's Secret Novels & Stories

"Just talking." Max's eyes narrowed, flicking between us. "Looks like more than talking. Be careful, man. Family stuff like this? It blows up fast." He walked off. Hours later, my phone buzzed: Max's text. "I know your secret. Tell them or I will?"

It was times like this that he missed his parents the most, he liked to believe that none of this would have happened if they were alive, but the hands of time cannot be turned back no matter how much he wishes he could. Deagan immediately opened the attachment but was confused when all he saw was an address. ‘What is Uncle Mike playing at?’ He considered calling the man back but decided against it when his words replayed in his head. Deagan decided that he’d done this on purpose and so chose to count his blessings rather than his curses and use the only lead that he had. Deagan knocked at the door for a good four minutes before the neighbour, a man in his mid-forties approached him.

They did say she was secretive and hid most of her thoughts to herself and that none of them even know where she lives or if she had family. Since that was a dead end, I decided to look into the drivers who might've transported the boxes but neither of them knew of anything. The only person I think might've seen this person must've been my neighbor who is very creepy. He started bugging into my life when he noticed several times as expensive cars pull up at the front of my house... The whole neighborhood had questioned what I did for a living, what they believe I did was something I can't speak of so I would let it slide.

Ding dong~ Ding dong~ My heart beat so fast as I waited outside the door. A minute passed, but still no one opened the door yet. ‘Is he still sleeping?’ I looked around the subdivision. Although Secretary Byron told me that the neighbors don’t know that the CEO of Geelq is living here, I know I still have to be careful. ‘If I stay outside for a long time, I bet someone will see me. They won’t recognize me but I don’t want unnecessary rumors to start.’

she states, moving over to him. Shaking his head, he lets out a sigh. “I have a secret of my own. That’s why I didn’t confront her when I saw her picture. Her features are a bit different when she has the make-up on; but I knew it was her.” “Secret? What Secret?” Vince asks, glancing between Tiffany and Emmett. “Leona will be a few hours. She normally waits for them to fit her dress and takes it with her when they are done. We can go to the café across the road and have a chat.”

The fear of getting caught mixed with the constant edging made everything feel ten times stronger. I started losing track of where shame ended and need began. Every morning I woke up full of his cum. Every night I let him record me. Every day at work I sat there feeling the evidence of what I had become. A secret hole for my married neighbor. One night after a particularly long edging session, Grant leaned over me while he was still buried deep inside. “You’re mine now, Riley,” he said quietly. “My little secret. My cum dump next door.” I didn’t argue.

When we arrived outside the house, the divorce attorney was already there with drafted divorce papers. With the front door open, we crowded into the small house. While Keith was shocked, Whitney, who was cradling the baby, was startled by the commotion. “What are you doing, Naomi? What’s the meaning of this?” As always, Whitney grilled me. Judging by the look on her face, she had no idea that I knew the family’s dirty little secret. “What’s this, babe?” Keith’s quiet charm made me sick to my stomach. At least, we would have nothing to do with each other after today. I closed my eyes.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

The spark ignited, quiet but undeniable. Later, I found myself caring for a drunken Luke. Beer cans littered the floor, and he was a mess, with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. That image was nothing like the distant professor everyone knew. Exhausted, I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. When I woke, something tickled my face. I opened my eyes to find Luke gazing at me. But instead of looking away, he smiled at me. "Ada, let's be together." After that, we began a secret relationship. Every summer and winter break, my parents begged me to go home, but I always made excuses to stay.

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said