Noisy Neighbor Game Novels & Stories

One of them roared, “Someone dared to mess with our family? They must have a death wish! We’ll make them pay!” Vera nodded furiously. Her eyes brimmed with malice as she shot a glare at my door. Just as they were about to start pounding and causing a ruckus, the door creaked open. Victor leaned against the doorframe. A cigarette dangling from his lips as he sneered. “Wow, don’t you know that your yelling is disturbing the neighbors? I guess your hearing is gone. Better get to a hospital to fix that. And while you’re at it, you might want to get your brains checked. Seems like you’re all in the late stages of brain cancer.”

I snarled, glaring daggers at him. His pleas did nothing to me. Instead, they fueled the drive in me to ruin him. “We’re going to play a little game.” I grinned, picking up the hammer and inspecting its body. It had the la falchi logo on it. “I’ll imagine your hand as a wood with an invisible nail that has to be hammered in ten times. If you make a noise, you lose, and if you lose, I start all over again. If you don’t make a noise, you win.”

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.

“Well, now I know what to get you for your birthday.” “My birthday is too far away. I want your sparkly peen now. Oh shit. I just walked past a neighbor in the hall and she totally heard me,” Quinn adds quietly. I start laughing, imagining her pretty face and the blush coming over her cheeks. “That lady is an uptight bitch too and has this nasty little Pomeranian that tries to bite anyone walking by. The thing is so old. I don’t know how it’s still alive.” “Living in an apartment is fun, isn’t it?” I joke. “Though I can’t really complain. No one here is too bad. Sam is probably the one they can’t stand.”

I had to optimize every second at my disposal. I picked up my regular phone as I slid into a fresh shirt. The recipient picked up on the first ring. “Hey! You in for a spot of squash?” I asked heartily. “What?” “Squash. The game? Rackets hitting walls? Indoors? You in?” I continued, letting my enthusiasm reach through the phone lines. “I… Jayden, it’s –” “Yes or no, Adrian. This isn’t some riot act. Are you interested?” “Ummm… I…”

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

the walls are covered in oil, making it slippery. The game started and I felt rather annoyed to watch how my brother tended to Alyssa. He never once left her side. He was there to always help her and support her. "Tss. What a loser." In the end, we also won the second game with no one eliminated and we are down to the last thirteen packs left. The third game was a mind game where you need to use your brain to a total of fifty doors so you can leave through the exit. If you're wrong, you will automatically be eliminated and we lost ten players for this round, but still won first place.

Chapter 1:Michael dreamed of a date with Lucy Clayton Michael's 'troubles' began when Miss Calvin moved in next door. Michael's father had died several years earlier, and Michael lived with his mother in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The house next door had been empty for several months and it did not take too long for Michael's mother to volunteer him for the task of tidying up Miss Calvin's back yard.

Not unwatched. I lowered my voice. “Are they listening?” She didn’t speak, she just tapped her ear with one finger. Listening. Then she pointed subtly toward the corners of the room. Maybe cameras. Maybe not. But we couldn’t risk it. I forced myself to breathe evenly, to think, to act like nothing was wrong. “I’m bored,” I said loudly, stretching my arms like I was just restless. “Do you have anything I can do? A book? Something?” The nurse blinked at me, confused for half a second, then she understood. “Oh,” she said, raising her voice just enough. “You can play a game on my phone. Service is blocked out here, but offline games still work.”

Soon the spare room would be empty, and the chance would be gone. I decided I would not let that happen. When evening came, I would meet him at the door and end the careful game we had been playing. No more soft words. No more stepping back. I wanted his cock in my mouth and then deep inside me. I wanted to hear him lose control for real this time, not through a closed door. The thought made my pulse race and my skin feel too warm.