My Neighbor's Secret Novels & Stories

That being invisible is worse than being hated. Because at least hatred means they see you. My hand trembled as I wrote the next line. If I’m not careful, I’ll break. And I don’t know if Cole would catch me if I do. The silence of my room pressed heavy around me. I closed the journal, shoving it under my pillow like a secret I wasn’t brave enough to speak aloud. For now, it was safe. Hidden. But some secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

He had no past, no clear history, no connections I could trace and yet he moved like a man who had lived through things most people couldn’t even imagine. It didn’t make sense and I needed it to because I didn’t build my life on assumptions. I walked into my office, sitting down at my desk as I leaned back slightly. “You’re hiding something Michael” I murmured. My fingers tapped lightly against the desk. I could dig deeper, I could run more checks or pull more strings but something told me that wouldn’t be enough because if Michael had managed to erase himself this thoroughly then he knew exactly how to stay hidden. Maybe i could talk to the neighbors, they noticed things like patterns, beha

“Go home before your parents return. But tomorrow night… same time. Leave your panties at home.” I slipped back into my house on trembling legs, cum still leaking down my thighs, heart racing with forbidden excitement. Being the neighbor’s secret had never felt so dangerous… or so addictive.

Astonishing Family Secrets Are Out! As the whispers intensified into a crescendo, the room fell silent. When the picture of Anita and Nathan, captured at a private moment at a past event, came up on the computer, her pulse began to rush. The question "Is Nathan Grant hiding a shocking secret about his marriage?" appears beneath the picture. Anita's thoughts whirled. This was an assault on Nathan's empire, not merely a minor incident. This had been planned by someone, and the timing couldn't have been worse. Harry was responsible for this.

Stephen's POV “You got to be fucking kidding me…” Killian was walking out of my next-door neighbor's apartment. The apartment belonged to a weird old lady everyone knew not to mess with. There were always rumors that circulated around where everyone thought she was a witch hiding in plain sight but no one, who lived in this apartment complex could do anything about it.

I do not want my baby to be hurt. I have nice pool chairs next to the pool. I hand Connor his soda and go inside to fetch my book and some snacks for us. I am used to my older neighbors coming outside, and they never used their swimming pool. They hardly come to the back of their yard. I like to sit in the front on the porch, watching the neighbors. I put down the snacks on the table next to my chair. My book slips out of my hand, and I bend to pick it up. My ass is showing to the neighbor's house. I hear a man moan, and I get up fast as I do not want to give my elderly neighbor a stroke. As I turn and look around, I see somebody there. I only see the back door closing. Oops, I hope I did no

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

I called out loudly, but not loud enough for the neighbors or anyone around to hear me. I glanced around. It was still early in the morning, and the neighborhood looked calm and peaceful, but I refused to be deceived again. Every neighborhood around here appeared quiet on the surface, but I was sure that each of them had a dirty secret lying around. The door opened again. I quickly parted my lips to speak, but she spoke before I could say a word. “Get in,” she said coldly, moving aside for me to enter . I paused for a moment, almost turning back, but I swallowed nervously and pushed aside my doubts, and stepped into the house.

She shrugged and pouted. "My neighbor next door is a stranger, and you're still a stranger to me. It's no different." "Do you also drag your neighbor next door to eat bread with you?" "No, but that's not the point!" "Do you have...like, weird endearments for your neighbor, too?" "Hell no, he's a kind grandpa, he gave me a pack of his baked cookies one time." "Do you know his name, then?" She stopped moving. "No..." "We're different if that's the case, then."

A week later, I met some girls from our neighborhood called Zoe, Sophia and Cynthia. They lived a few houses down. Surprisingly no one lives in the houses around us until two days ago, a family moved in. One day, we were at Zoe's house chatting about how my daily life was at the city and they were telling me about their daily lives when I remembered about my grandad saying that once I have some friends, I'll know why I can't go far away from the house.