My Neighbor's Secret Novels & Stories

"How do you know that?" "VelvetJade, right? That's your handle?" He steps closer and I step back automatically, letting him into my apartment without meaning to. The door swings shut behind him with a soft click. "Pink bedroom, string lights on the wall, that little heart-shaped birthmark on your left hip that shows up on camera every time you spread your legs." I can't breathe. I can't think. My secret, the one I've guarded so carefully for an entire year, hidden from my family and friends and everyone who knows me, and my hot neighbor has apparently been watching me this whole time.

It came in the form of an unexpected letter, delivered to our doorstep one sunny afternoon. Curiosity mingled with caution as I carefully opened the envelope, my heart quickening with anticipation. Inside, I found a single sheet of paper, its contents written in elegant script. The words that greeted me sent a chill down my spine. "Anna, I know your secret. The truth you've hidden from Victor. If you want to protect everything you hold dear, meet me at the old abandoned warehouse at midnight. Come alone." The words hung in the air, their weight heavy on my heart. A secret? What could this mysterious sender possibly know? My mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the las

I close the door and walk towards the entrance. “Look over there! It’s little Amber. Is she trying to get her friend’s money?” A voice spoke. A neighbor who lives one floor below me. “Shut up. You don’t know me. Go buy some cats and get a life. Stop bothering me,” I yell at her as I stomp my way in. In Front of my apartment door, a small bag filled with oranges. The only neighbor I like out of all the compound. I smile and walk to the door beside mine. I knock on the door as I hear small thumps coming from the inside.

I smile. " You've got a secret, no?" " Mr King" he called. " There's a charity event that my dad's company is hosting next week. The people gathered at that event aren't the kind of people that are easily accessible to you, come to the event to make some connections and....." I tried making some suggestions. " I'm not certain as to how long the connections made that way would last." He said with a straight face. " Speak comfortably. You're making me feel like the pushy one. I'm trying to be friends,but you're playing hard to get. Last time when you barged in with a warrant, in my office the other time,I'll close my eyes and forget it for you." I smiled.

But one thing was sure, he meant good for her. She poked my forehead and pecked on my nose, "Don't be jealous of him. He is just friend." How adorable! She was just looking more cute clinging with me. "But forcing Neon Parker is not something an ordinary person's cup of tea." I was getting tensed. They both kept their identities secret. What if when it collided, it unmasked a lot of secrets? "Aren't you the mighty Albet Knight? Find it. Dig his secrets out. That mean person never told me, huh!"

~My sexcapedes in the north~ Episode 8 🍓🍓🍓🍉🍌🍌🍌🍒🍓🍓🍇🤏👈🔞 I began contemplating who could be at the gate. ‘Did my neighbor go out and forget his key?’ ‘Did my neighbor have a visitor’. I wasn’t expecting anybody so I didn’t even bother going to the gate.

“All right, just don’t get arrested for indecent exposure.” Regina nodded and walked out of the kitchen. She headed down the hall to the foyer. She stood on the front of her bare feet to look out of the small window in the door. It was a blonde. Then recognition struck her. It was the blonde with Scott the night Regina was at the bar two months ago. Scott had said she lived across the street. Regina smiled and opened the door. “Hi,” she greeted. The neighbor looked surprise to see Regina. “I know you,” the blonde blurted out.

“Sure.” Charles and I exited the apartment together. “Two fuckboys…” “Did you hear something?” Charles said. “Did someone say…fuckboys?” Mrs. Winsbanger’s door moved. I nodded for him to follow me down the hall. “That’s our crazy neighbor. She likes to spy on everyone and has the mouth of a truck driver.” Charles started to laugh, and I followed suit. As nuts as Mrs. Winsbanger was, she’d broken the ice a little.

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”