Neighbors Hot Daughter Novels & Stories

Ilang metro rin ang layo ng mismong hotel sa kanilang cottage kaya habol niya ang kaniyang hininga nang makarating sila. “I lost my daughter, miss.” Agap niyang saad sa babaeng receptionist. “Where is your surveillance system team?” Humarap ang babae sa kaniya, medyo nagulat. “This way ma'am.” Iginiya siya nito sa silid kung saan naroon ang monitor ng mga CCTV ng resort. “Anong problema, Dina?” “She lost her daughter, Kuya Maco.” “Ilang taon po ma'am?” Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya.

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

Clair’s Pov I shouldn’t have been nervous to see Ryan. But I was. I always was. There was something dangerous about him — something magnetic and cruel, something I should never have touched, never allowed, never lingered in… especially considering he wasn’t supposed to want me. He was married to my daughter. But that didn’t stop him. And God help me — it didn’t stop me. The sky was fading into the kind of evening where the air feels heavy with unfinished conversations. I held my phone tight in my hand, staring at Ryan’s last message.

"And what about Samantha?" "I'm sure that you are well aware of the fact that your daughter is facing some problems concerning her temperment. The best way for us to manage it and get it under control, would be to ensure that she lives with someone who will be able to keep her in line without the matter getting personal - because at the moment, between the two of you, it is getting personal." I looked at my father, feeling something strange start to stir inside of my chest. I didn't know if it was anxiety or simply apprehension for what was going to come.

"We can’t guarantee that your daughter won’t accidentally fall down the stairs and get hurt." I trembled all over, my chest rising and falling fast. Their voices were so loud that the neighbor's door cracked open in curiosity. Ms. Watson saw it, and instead of quieting down, she yelled even louder. "Look, everyone! This is the mother who incited her daughter to hurt herself for compensation! Everyone, please be careful!" The neighbor's door slammed shut with a loud bang. Ms. Watson brushed her hands in satisfaction. "Alright, we've delivered the message. You'd better watch out!"

Somewhere far away, two fourteen-year-olds continue living ordinary lives while the adults around them slowly prepare the truth they will eventually inherit. My phone vibrates. A message from Dmitri Sorel. He has respected the distance I requested since the diner meeting. No pressure. No demands. The message is brief. My daughter says she has finally found a place she likes. I am glad. She has been searching for one for a long time. I read it twice before replying. She is welcome here. So are you, when the time is right. His answer comes less than a minute later. Not words. A photograph.

My name is Elina Tarell. I am a single mom. My son, Draven Tarell, worked really hard and got into a top school overseas, so I moved with him to Frunderland. Soon, it was his 20th birthday. We didn't have any family in Frunderland, so I only invited our next-door neighbors, Rina and Kian Miran. Rina was just like me, a single mom who raised her son alone. I didn't know what she fed that kid, because Kian turned out massive.

She was diverted to see a cute boy aged like 7 years old. "Hi." she said. "Hi." the boy smiled. "Adrian, who's that?" Maybe that's his mother. "Mom, I don't know her." he said. The woman came near them. "You're our new neighbors, right?" she asked. "Yes, I am." she said. The woman let her in. She had just noticed that they were in an exclusive subdivision, and they had many neighbors, but this house is the closest to them. "I'm Catherine, and this is my son, Adrian." she said.

'Hello, Nicola,' I said with a smile on my lips. 'Hey, bitch,' I never thought that I would feel such happiness from hearing her disgusting and awful voice. 'How is my daughter?' I asked, my eyes brimming with fresh tears. 'Is she okay? Please show her to me,' 'She's right at your gate,' Nicola replied and hung up. Her words sounded like a dream to me, it was so surreal to know that my daughter was only a mile away from me. "Natalie," I whispered out her name.

"Well, this is quite nice. It's a lot bigger than our house." Cody sauntered in behind her and threw himself onto the couch, crossing one leg over the other. "Hector's doing pretty well for himself, huh? This neighborhood and decor… Must've cost a pretty penny." Dad stood near the doorway, hands clasped behind his back. His face was still tightly set in a grim expression, though he remained silent. I stood firmly in front of them. "How did you find this address?" Mom looked back at me, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world. "It's not exactly hard to look up Hector's company. We just asked one of his coworkers, and they told us where you live. What? A mother can't come visit