Next To Never Novels & Stories

However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded. “Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary. But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread. Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince. Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now stood inches from each other, and she found herself holding her breath.

Images flashed through my mind, but those memories were only getting further and further away from me. It felt as if neither love nor hate existed anymore. At a distance, someone set off some fireworks. They bloomed in the night sky, bursting into twinkling specks of light. It reminded me of the vigor of life. But it hurt so badly. In a daze, I saw a halo of light appear in front of me. It gradually grew softer and softer. "Look, Oli. The northern lights." I placed the ring on a rock and then dove into the arms of the sea.

“You can put your things in your room. I’ll show you where it is. Babe, this is our room. Cheska, that’s yours.” “Come on, Samantha, here’s your room. It’s a bit far from ours, but it’s nice.” “Alright, let’s go outside and enjoy the fresh air. You know how in the city, the air isn’t like this.” “Gabriel, help Samantha bring out the food we’re cooking outside.” “Ma’am, is there any signal here? I wanted to call my child.” “Signal’s weak here, but we have internet.” “They don’t have a phone for video calls yet.”

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

If I didn't try this now, would I regret it later? While I was still wavering, a muffled sound came from the bedroom next door. It was Rina's voice. From the rhythm of those moans, Draven was clearly doing a good job. My whole body tensed. I wanted to feel that good, too. Kian noticed the look on my face. He reached down and grabbed my legs. "You hear that? Sounds pretty hot, doesn't it? Don't you wanna give it a try?" I bit my lip, then nodded.

she said softly. “I’m trying to remember what isn’t there.” “Does anything feel familiar?” Noah shook his head. “It feels…” He searched for the right word. “Wrong.” Daniel glanced up from the tablet in his hands. “We’re fifteen minutes out.” The vehicle fell silent again. Outside, the road narrowed, winding through dense pine forests that swallowed the morning light. Eventually, an old chain-link fence appeared through the rain. Beyond it stood a cluster of abandoned buildings, their broken windows staring back like hollow eyes.

“But since you are here now, there is one last thing I need to show you before you cut the plug on Alia.” “I did not show you before because I wanted it to be just you. And I wanted it to be when you drifted on your own.” Then she turned and walked away from me, moving toward another part of the Blackthorne lands. “Follow me. I need to show you one last thing before we are disconnected.” Neveah led me forward without saying much. We stopped, and I froze. We were in the Greenrich forest. I stared around slowly. “This place…” I whispered. “I’ve seen it before.”

Nelly’s POV The club loomed before me like a dark monolith, its neon lights pulsing against the night sky. I stepped out of the cab, my heart pounding in my ears. Tonight, I wasn’t here for the usual distractions or fleeting pleasures; I was here to find answers about my sister, Nikki. The thought of her being lost in this wretched world, her whereabouts unknown, sent a chill through my veins.

Nadia opened it and took a small sip, her hand was shaking. Adrian noticed as he sat across from her, his elbows resting against his knees. “What happened?” Nadia looked at him. “I know you're probably wondering how I found out you live here.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “You're my neighbor?” “Yes.” She gave a faint, humorless smile. “I'm right next door. I suppose the division between the buildings is why we've never crossed paths.” Adrian nodded. “I don't have time to explain much.” Nadia glanced at the clock.

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not