My Neighbor's Secret Novels & Stories

My boyfriend was fucking another woman in the restroom during my birthday party. It was unacceptable. I felt a presence behind me and panicked, terrified someone would see me and realize what a fool I’d been. But when I turned, relief washed through me, it was only my uncle’s secretary. I knew him as cold and tight-lipped, a man who rarely spoke, so I didn’t even bother to hide my humiliation from him. “Should you not go in there and beat the crap out of them?” he asked evenly. I stared at him, confused by his sudden concern. He’d never cared before, barely even acknowledged me.

Suspected of involvement in multiple. His phone buzzed and Miguel looked down. [Unknown Number: You're digging where you shouldn't dig, Mr. Rich Guy. Some secrets are dangerous. Stop now. Or your stepsister pays the price.] Miguel stared at the message, then he looked back at the photo of teenage Inés with the man holding a gun behind her. And suddenly, everything that had happened today made terrible sense.

What’s with the fucking Batnip? Click. I slam the laptop shut and scream into the air. My neighbor shouts from next door, “Did you just fall in love or explode?” Thin walls. Tiny, lousy, shitty apartments. Affordable. “Neither!” But my heart is doing weird, traitorous things. Which is not in the contract.

As she proceeds to open the door, sounds of running steps approaches and passes in a jiffy. “Did you hear that?” “Yes” Bensjasmin replies and still proceeds to open the door but I held her hand and gave her the "don't go look". She shrugs and matches to her seat. As if on cue, my phone rings and I quickly walk to pick it up. It's my neighbor. “The neighbourhood is not safe. I heard there's an intrusion by some strangers. Be safe” My neighbor, a mother of three children whispers and the call ends immediately.

R-18 I smelled the delicious dish coming from the kitchen and I saw Aunt Eli cooking. Kelsy can you give this to Greg? I cooked a lot and this one is his favorite Kare Kare. Sure Aunt. I said. I went to Greg’s house, Greg are you there? I said. No one is answering, I saw the door was open, so I went in. I was about to go home, When I saw Greg came from the Cr and his body is dripping wet, and he was wearing only a towel.

Click! In the middle of the night, a small sound of a door being unlocked echoed throughout the office. At the end of this sound, everything was in absolute silence. A tall figure in black entered the room and looked around. The person was on a mission to find the missing material. It was important that everything in this room was thoroughly searched—every drawer, every shelf, even the small spaces between furniture. The sources informed what was needed was hidden in an object. Luckily, the night was long enough for a detailed search of every item.

Noah was still dead to the world, likely dreaming of his midnight heist. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the two of them on that bike—a pastor’s daughter and a wild-hearted volunteer, blurred into the darkness. I had a knot in my stomach that wouldn't untie. In this neighborhood, secrets didn't stay buried; they rotted under the surface until they exploded. I was startled out of my thoughts by a sound from next door. It wasn't a scream. It was a sharp, rhythmic thud-thud-thud. I moved to the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to see into the Pastor's driveway.

I took my phone on the bed and marched out if the house. I know no where in Nigeria. The ladies in the reception were drooling as I walk pass. I board a taxi and entered. "Take to a police station here" I muttered. ..................... Kate's pov I began to read the diary loud. It reads: Dear diary, when will Kate know about this secret we've been keeping from her? How will I tell her that Janet her sister isn't her biological sister. She's Andrew's daughter. Her uncle. He really wanted to use Jane has his burnt offering to the god(idol) he was serving but knew his secret and had to save baby Jane who was still 5 then and Kate is just a year old.

“There’s many of us who wouldn’t disagree.” Adrienne rolled her eyes and groaned. She wanted to tell her friends about her new next-door neighbor. But after hearing how obsessed they were with him, she decided not to inform them. At least not yet. She knew the minute she told them, they would have a stakeout in her apartment. Not that she minded having them over. She didn’t want Justin Adams to realize that his neighbor and her friends watched him in his own private refuge like he was a goldfish in a fish tank.

says the narrator. She began to fend off sobs. When her feet were stuck in the carpet, she almost fell. Her friend, the next-door neighbour, walked into the living room after ascending the stairs to the first floor of the house. She ran up to her friend, who was almost crying. "Is everything all right?" she inquired, abruptly interrupting the two. "What's the matter, Leanne?" “Did he cause you any harm?” she remarked, her gaze falling on Mr.Ethel. "No, no, it's nothing," she says. Leanne replied, "He didn't do anything." "Is it true?" says the narrator. Are the security guards keeping an eye on us? “Are you watching us?” Mr. Ethel inquired of his next-door neighbour. She took a long time to