Neighbors Daughter Novels & Stories

For a moment, I watched him with the kids, and I couldn’t help the tiny ache in my heart. What if he wants his own kids, and I can’t give him that? Will he leave me? I didn’t have time to dwell on the negative talk because Nadia tapped my shoulder softly. “He is like that with the kids. He loves them a lot.” She said the obvious, and I nodded in agreement. “Forgive me, I didn’t introduce myself to you. My name is Nadia, and I am your man’s older sister.” She introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Nadia.”

"You're going to watch my ass aren't you?" "Yep." She grinned. He walked out and checked it out. "Nice and firm." She walked out of the house. "Why was that girl checking out our son's butt?" We turned to see, Aunt Valerie with uncle Matt. "Let's just say, if my friend and Jaxson ever date and get serious, she will fit in very well with our family." I replied to them. "Knock knock." I turned to see, Cindy. "I heard, Jaxson was having new neighbours."

Though it's a childish thought, he still couldn't control himself from thinking like that. " You know what mommy. I have made new friends too," Neela informed Niyati very excitedly. Niyati asked amusingly," Really!! Who are they?" " Orchi aunty and her sons Roman & Rion. Uncle introduced them to me," Neela said smiling and Niyati started wondering who are they.

They helped with Nadia's things inside the car. The car had attracted attention from the nearby neighbors and even some took pictures of it. Nadia hugged Natasha and Roy. She had tears in her eyes when hugging Natasha. Natasha was like the elder sister she never had and also in a way like a young mother figure as well. Natasha had Roy at a young age like Nadia and was a single mom as well. “Take very good care of Riona. And... make sure to call when you deliver her. I want to meet her.” Natasha told Nadia and Nadia got emotional. She rubbed her belly and hugged Natasha again when one of the men sent by Nikolai interrupted the moment.

I remembered she was Carlo's maid, Edna. "Mommy, meet Auntie Edna," my daughter said. Making me look at her and Edna in turn. Lacie continued, "She is very kind. She is my friend here. There's also Auntie Edna; there's also Auntie Carla; and then Mrs. Marhilda, but sadly, she couldn't leave her bed; she's sick. And then there's sister Morea, who is a little serious and doesn't like to talk much. Uncle Zeke and Alpha Carlo are also very nice.

She wondered what tricks this girl was playing at the moment. "Hi," she greeted and then looked at the four companions of Catarina. "I am Sydnee Mondragon, Catarina's sister. It's nice to meet you all." One of the girls laughed and held out her palm. "Nice to meet you. I am Generika Montelano." Sydnee smiled and shook hands with the girl. But she was startled when the other girl laughed. "Don't make fun of her, Generika," she said.

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

I say lowly, a giggle escaping me. It's always been easy to talk to Nadine about this kind of stuff. Not because she has done it but because she understands me better than anybody else could. We are the closest out of all our cousins because we have the same level of thinking and we don't judge each other. "Damn girl. Fuck, I felt like that with Den. He was gentle with me though. He's always gentle." She says with a dreamy look in her eyes. I laugh and start putting everything together for dinner.

A nephew? That’s not possible

A record of how she slowly pushed me out of that family step by step. The tone of the comments completely changed. [Oh my God, everyone who called that girl petty needs to apologize right now!] [This girl is disgusting. Completely fake in front of people and totally different behind their backs.] [I feel so bad for the cousin. Her own mother drove her out of the house.] [The mom is the worst one here. She abandoned her own daughter to raise someone else’s child.] I looked through those comments, my nose burning painfully. However, I didn’t cry.