Romans & histoires Shameless Neighbors

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

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 knew it. No way someone like her would just wander in. She's another one of your poor relatives!” "Jeannie, do you have any shame at all?” "Letting your greedy mom come here to freeload wasn't enough. Now you're dragging your whole group of poor neighbors to crash Mrs. Smith's welcome party and eat for free?” "Is the Shaw family running out of money or something? Why are you clinging to the Smith family like you can't survive without us?" Her words instantly set off another wave of scorn. "Disgusting. Like flies swarming wherever there's something to gain."

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

He was as happy as he could be with that once I promised him. Last month, our next door neighbors moved out. They had been renting the house for the past 2 years. They were finally in a position to buy their own house. We were so happy for them that we threw them a party. We all had a great time, and we even got to meet some of the other neighbors in our neighborhood. The next week they moved out. I figured they would be busy, so I hadn't been bothering them much. Last week a moving van pulled up into the driveway of their house. I watched as they moved all their furniture into the house. I started wondering if they were gay.

“It’s more expensive there and I feel we’ll have to buy outside of the neighbourhood.” “Because of the prices?” “Because everyone in the area is as jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I tell you it was stressful shopping there. I kept expecting it to be robbed or something.” “This is supposed to be a friendly neighbourhood.” “If you’re a human, maybe. But every shifter I could identify looked over their shoulder regularly.” “Crap. This is a year long lease. No wonder it was so reasonable. They probably can’t keep tenants. What other surprises are in store for us around here?”

Santa's Little Helper gets the party going. Enjoy.... ************ It's amazing how our quiet neighborhood has changed in the 18 months since Carla and Karl moved into the house up the street. They have had semi-regular get togethers and since Beth and I try to attend each one, we have had the opportunity to see just about every neighbor naked and engaging in sex and they have all gotten to watch us!

Shawn was so shocked that he was completely speechless. He really did not expect Charlie to make such a request. Shawn already had a hurdle in his heart, and he had wanted to get rid of it for so many years, but now, he would not only be unable to get rid of Janus, but he even had to become neighbors with him... This request was indeed somewhat unacceptable to Shawn. Janus also did not expect Charlie to make such a request. For him, he did not want to be neighbors with Shawn every day in the future. This kind of feeling was a bit strange to even think about.

** "The Shack" was a rundown piece of shit that made me miss the vampire-mansion-lair-dungeon-of-doom. It was in the middle of nowhere. Literally, it was in the middle of nowhere. The only neighbors were some gators in the bayou and maybe some birds and lizards. Oh! And don't forget those crickets! The shack was nestled deep in a bayou that was probably on no map in existence. Abraham told Hezekiah to make sure that we weren't followed—that was a pretty easy task to fulfill.