Naughty Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1:Michael dreamed of a date with Lucy Clayton Michael's 'troubles' began when Miss Calvin moved in next door. Michael's father had died several years earlier, and Michael lived with his mother in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The house next door had been empty for several months and it did not take too long for Michael's mother to volunteer him for the task of tidying up Miss Calvin's back yard.

Her sister's upcoming engagement party had had her all tied up and Mr Leslie Luthor had been the perfect distraction. Vivian dipped into her toolbox to find her tried and trusted line. "I just didn't want to wake you... I have to rush home and feed my neighbour's parrot, it gets noisy when he is not fed. I am looking after him for the weekend, my neighbour is out of town. Since you have my number just call me", and Vivian was out the door. Leslie had just experienced a whirlwind, he had felt her move around in the room. He had to frame up something to tell her, "Hit and run," he said to himself, What a stupid thing to say Leslie thought as made his way to the bathroom.

Emmy read my mind. She patted my shoulder with a scoff. “Some people in this world have everything—money, power, women, and more than you can dream of. “They own the privilege of dismissing everything, including their morals. They can make and have anything they want. “Don’t you find it odd they live in a community named Caged Canary?” It clicked why the neighborhood seemed off to me. The fancy rides in the neighborhood belonged to the rich and powerful. Hannah was just one of the many women kept here.

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

“He told her that he knew how she had been sneaking pennies and nickels from her mother’s purse, and that her brother was going to tell on her. He said that when her brother did tell, her parents would force her to leave her house forever and the only way to stop that was to creep onto her brother’s bed while he slept and put her knee against his throat until he stopped breathing. “Her mother had found her on top of her brother, with her leg suffocating him. He had reached out and knocked over a lamp in the middle of the night, and the noise had alerted her in the nick of time. “I began to make discreet inquiries with some of the other parents, which led to some shocking discoveries. One boy

It makes me wonder if I’ll ever have a relationship like theirs. After dinner, we sit near the fireplace drinking our hot chocolates and listening to Nick’s stories of when him and Adair would climb over neighbours’ fences and throw eggs on their windows when they weren’t home. I was surprised to hear that Adair did a goofy thing like that, but not surprised as well because Adair is fierce and not the one to back down. They listened to my embarrassing stories leaving out the super embarrassing ones, like asking my music teacher out, and they died laughing at all of them. I just met Mariam today and already I feel a connection to her. It’s amazing how you easily just click with some people.

After finishing up in the kitchen, I go upstairs to my room on the top floor, which is another perk of being a nanny for a billionaire's son. My room, like the rest of the apartment, is neat and organized, but I still dust and vacuum at least three times per week. I only have my clothes, a few pairs of shoes, and a few trinkets from home in the room.

And Lily, his girlfriend, a soft-spoken dreamer who always thought there was more to life than what people told her. They had all heard the stories — whispered around campfires, at sleepovers, and in the back of classrooms. Stories about WildWood, about the camp at Terrell State Hospital. The place where kids went in, and never came out. The place the town had condemned, the place that lived in every nightmare. It had been years since anyone dared to go near it, but the rumors, the legends, had never really faded. They just lay dormant, waiting for someone to wake them.

Family secrets uncovered at the nudist park. This one is fast. In this story, men have sex with each other, women have sex with each other, family members have sex with each other. You have been notified. Nobody in this story has any sort of sexual thoughts or activities of any kind until they magically become eighteen. *

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some neighbors are friendly. Others are dangerous. And the most addictive ones watch you through the window until watching is no longer enough. Tonight’s confession is about mutual obsession across glass — until one night the window is no longer a barrier. This one is intense, voyeuristic, and full of raw stalker-next-door heat. Here is the confession of “The Neighbor’s Window.” --- **Story 9: The Neighbor’s Window**