Neighbor Chronicles Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

One touch is never enough. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her insatiable thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of pleasure with no names and no limits. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a claim. Hearts will race. Bodies will ache. And once you give in to the flesh… there’s no turning back.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Public/Car Sex, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolding), Primal Play, Overstimulation, Graphic Sexual Content. I didn't wait long. By noon, I was at her apartment door, my knuckles rapping a steady, "concerned" rhythm against the wood. My inner beast was pacing, his claws scratching at the back of my ribs. The scent coming from under the door was intoxicating-it was the smell of a female in peak estrus, a pheromonal explosion triggered by the supernatural seed I'd pumped into her hours ago.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.

The fourth kissing and stroking. Holds became embraces. Pins became slow grinding. Strength from the ring turned into care and hunger. They took turns claiming every part. Mouths on breasts. Fingers inside. Tongues deep. Hips rolling. Soft words mixed with moans. Hours passed. Champagne forgotten. City lights still glowed outside. Near dawn they lay in a tangle. Four bodies. Legs over legs. Arms around waists. Soft breath. Hearts calm. RiTa looked at them. Tiny’s head on her chest. Enya’s hand in hers. Vera’s leg over her thigh.

Jai was sleeping soundly with Adira in his arms. I nodded, smiling at Ambien, "Yup," "My neighbor." ------------------------------------------------------------- A/N THAT'S IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE NEIGHBOR IS OFFICIALLY FINISHED I really hope you guys enjoyed this book I sincerely thank every single one of you who even took a chance to read it, whether it was the entire thing or just a chapter, it still means a lot to me 😭😭 It took me a while to finish it clearly 😂

But here I was—barefoot in the narrow hallway of our thin-walled Austin apartment, thighs already slick, breath shallow, and my eyes locked on the filthy scene unfolding on the other side of that cracked door. Six months of shared, painful celibacy had turned me into something desperate. Noona and I used to joke about it—two celibate college girls surviving on the occasional battery-powered orgasm. Then Riley walked into her life three weeks ago, all dark eyes, broad shoulders, and that low, dominant voice that made my stomach flip the first time I heard it. Now they fucked like they were trying to breed. Every single night.

I opened the chat, my thumbs trembling. > Mr. Logan: What's the meaning of this? See me tomorrow morning. First thing. I blinked, completely confused. Why would he be texting me at midnight? Then, I looked at the message above his text. It was a video file. A four-minute, high-definition video file. I clicked it. The screen opened to show my own bedroom, my own thighs spread wide, revealing my swollen wet pussy and juice leaking out of it. The loud, echoing sound of my own voice whimpering and moans.

She stormed out Angrily without picking the money as I had ordered. “Argh” I groaned, slamming the bedside lamp on the wall. She was the 4th bimbo I was picking in 2 nights and I barely made it to orgasm. All I could think about was her scent, her touch, the sound of her voice when she moaned , the innocence in her eyes with little but satisfying sexual appeal. I had to get that video out of Charis’ hand, and I knew I had to do it fast, because whether or not I was seeing Victoria, I didn't trust what she would do with the video.

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.