Neighbors Hot Daughter Novels & Stories

I told him and watched the doctor's expression change to one of concern. "That woman never tires of harming her own daughter!" he lamented. "What has she done now?" "Last night she was at Hannah's building. Hannah was at my apartment earlier in the evening, and they did not run into each other. But Hannah has a neighbor who decided to meddle and let her mother into the building," I explained.

Well, I wasn't about to let her get that wish. And she looked at me with venom in her eyes. The woman gave her son a look, and Nathaniel sobbed. "It hurts, Daddy Timothy. It hurts." He closed his eyes and clutched them like he was hurting. Shocked, Timothy left in a hurry, the boy in his arms. He didn't even spare a glance for us. Right before he disappeared from our sight, Tabitha said loudly, "Dad!" He stopped and looked at his daughter. There were tears in her eyes, and with a cracked voice, she said, "It's my birthday tomorrow. You'll come back, won't you?"

The anger that had burned in him since the confrontation faded — not replaced by peace. But by sorrow. Their daughter was alive. She was safe. She was near. But she had chosen to go to her brother. To the one who had never questioned her love. And not to them. ༺❀༻ Back in the car, the road continued to unfold. The lights of the city in the distance grew brighter. Nathan’s apartment was on the edge of town — quiet, close to the ranch, tucked between a grove of pines and a narrow creek.

I breathed, maybe a little too loud, because he heard me. His head tilted slightly in curiosity. "Oh, hey. You must be new to 5A?" "No, no, just visiting," Dad answered, patting my shoulder. "But my daughter will be working for the Walkers." Archie grinned. "Guess that makes us neighbors, then. I live next door." "Great," I squeaked, my voice way too high-pitched.

We get up and I unlock the door before looking at him and pulling it open. "Are you going to be okay?" I ask and he nods. We walk down to the dining room and I see Denver smirking at us. I narrow my eyes at him and he chuckles. "Sorry every. There was an emergency that needed our attention. Who's hungry?" I ask and everybody responds. "Morgan, Kathy can you two help me in the kitchen please?" I ask walking to the kitchen. Kathy is Nay and Den's only daughter. She is a year younger then Morgan but they get along great.

I guess you could say she was a house help, but I could tell that she meant so much more to the family. My parents doted on her and did most things on their own anyway, in fact, it seemed like they kept her here as more of a companion than a help. "So, who lives next door?" I questioned as we waited for some parfait, curiosity of the man I had seen earlier getting to me. "Next door?" My mother looked at me confused for a second before her eyes lit up in realization. "Is that Damon Anderson? Yes, well a young man by name of Damon crowther Anderson he visits here once in a while, he lives next door."

Stepping outside, the chill of the night air barely registered against the cold fear gripping her heart. That night, as she watched her daughter sleep, the image of Graycen's peaceful face a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. She sat by her daughter's bedside, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, each breath a painful reminder of the uncertain future looming ahead, tears silently streamed down Nora's cheeks. The weight of her daughter's future, the crushing possibility of her growing up without a father, felt unbearable. A sudden ring jolted her from her grief. Glancing at the caller ID, she saw Greg's name flash on the screen. The familiar comfort of his name sparked a fli

I watched the client leave before turning back to them, my voice ice-cold. "How did you find me?" "Mrs. Johnson's daughter works in the same office building as you. We saw you," Sophie said quickly, her eyes darting around the fancy café. "Looks like you're doing pretty well now." "If you have something to say, say it." I didn't ask them to sit. Mom's smile turned awkward. "Elayne, I know I hurt you before... but I'm still your mother. You can't just abandon me."

"Please—please, save my baby. I don't want any inheritance. I just want my baby to be safe!" "I'm the eldest daughter of the Rizzo family. I don't need to fight for some inheritance!" Ashley shoved me off. "You'll say anything now, won't you? I'm telling you—impossible." Then she closed the nurse's station door and turned to look at me. She pulled out her phone and dialed a video call.She pulled out her phone and dialed a video call. "Hey, bro. Janet's about to deliver. You want to see?"

The screen flashed back to the frozen video of me and Leo. I could not move. I could not breathe. The phone was still in my hand. "Mom?" Ethan’s voice was small in my ear. "Mom, what is going on?" I looked at the TV. I looked at the woman on the screen. She looked like me, but she was a stranger. Her life was falling apart on live television. Leo had the money. My daughter was gone. My face was on the news. And my rival was about to attack. I had tried to fix one problem. Now I had lost everything.