Spying On Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

Too late to regret, I have my eyes on her; she is my next target and victim, and I’m definitely eating her… then killing her. All of a sudden, she diverts her topic, “I’ve never been happy with a snoop and a stalker for a neighbor; he notices every fucking little thing I do. He can tell if I don’t breathe in my apartment for one second, or if I’m energetically singing in the shower and dancing in the mirror. He knows when I need help, or when I’m asleep, and it comes in handy at a time like this. I wonder if the weirdo somehow found a way to plant a camera in here,” she murmurs. If her hands aren’t tied, I can definitely picture her on my close watch, tapping them on her cheeks with a satisf

"Wait." I looked away. "Is this his shirt?" I swallowed hard. “Yes." Maya just stared at me as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "And I found out last night that he lives next door." The room went silent. Then… "HE WHAT?!" "Lives next door.” I repeated slowly like I was reminding myself. "Next door as in same street?" "No, same building.” Her jaw dropped. "Same floor?" "Yes… ground floor." Her eyes somehow widened even further. "Ariana. You sat on a stranger's lap and he turned out to be your neighbor?"

I'll have to find an excuse to wear it for him next time he cums - oops, come here. God! I'm so hot I'm almost trembling and it's really time to head for the bedroom. I almost make it when, "ding dong", the doorbell rings! What the Hell?? No one EVER comes to my door except Ted. I almost ignore it, but then figure I better check, just in case. I go look through the peeper. OH FUCKING GOD! It's my neighbor, Bob, the neighborhood stud! Or he would be if his damn wife, Sue, would ever get more than six feet away from him. Actually, she seems like a very nice lady, and now I'm the one being catty, but she knows what she's got, and protects it. I peek again

But it was suddenly sitting in the middle of the room like a loaded gun. Amy looked around nervously, “you don’t think someone in the neighborhood is helping him… do you?” Chad scoffed at the idea, “that’s ridiculous.” But he didn’t sound completely convinced. Joe glanced toward the front window. “We all live thirty feet from each other.” The officer nodded, “which makes surveillance very easy.” I felt my stomach twist. Someone is watching my house. Someone close enough to see through my window. Someone who could tell Antonio exactly when I was holding Arias. Where I was standing.

“Do you need anything else? Perhaps you’re hungry? The chef made something nice for brunch. I could dish it out for you—” “Please,” I whisper, interrupting her as i grab her arm firmly. “They’re holding my brother down there. I just need to make sure he’s safe.” She looks at me, and for a moment, I see empathy flicker in her eyes. But then, she glances upward toward the ceiling. I follow her gaze. There it is—one of the spy cameras embedded discreetly in the molding. Of course. This house is wired with surveillance, every movement recorded, every whisper possibly overheard.

Maybe i could talk to the neighbors, they noticed things like patterns, behaviors or details that didn’t show up on paper and one neighbor in particular, Mrs Hansley, would be the perfect candidate. I smirked faintly. She had been watching me since the day I moved in. “She’ll talk,” I murmured. All I had to do was give her a reason like dinner with a little charm and a little attention and she would tell me everything she knew about Michael. Like maybe when he moved in, who he associated with, what kind of man he appeared to be, anything unusual, anything out of place and if there was something to find, she would have seen it. I leaned back in my chair, a small, calculating smile forming on

“Are you crazy? That might send a direct signal of us breaking in! Then Diana and Draven will both come to know about it and I absolutely don’t want that to happen.” “Well by the time they would get here we would already be done checking it out so why don’t we just get over with it?” He asked not in the least bit bothered by the discovery of our snooping around in their business, although to a certain extent it did involve me, I still didn’t want it to come out this way. “No, wait let me think and please put away that gun. I don't want the neighbors to see it and then call the police on us,” I said, taking a step back to peek at the neighborhood again to see that the road had been completely

Howard only responded with vague, dismissive promises. Then one day, I noticed my slippers were missing from the rack near the door. Curious, I checked the surveillance footage. What I found was beyond shocking. Elliot had been visiting unit 402 late at night, with Brianna herself opening the door to let him in. Before the door even closed, the two were already in an embrace. Oh my goodness! She was that far along in her pregnancy, almost ready to give birth, and they weren't even worried? No wonder Elliot had sided with Nicole during her extortion scheme. Of course, there was more to their relationship!

Minutes later, James’s face appeared on my screen, his brow furrowed with concern. “Uncle Nick? What’s really happening? Dad won’t tell me everything.” I glanced at Lila, who nodded slightly. James deserved some version of the truth. “We discovered someone was spying on us,” I explained carefully. “Using electronic devices. We’re staying away from home until it’s safe.” “Spying? Like, watching you?” “Yes. That’s why we’re all being extra cautious right now.” James absorbed this, his young face surprisingly mature. “Is that why Dad’s friend is installing new locks at Cara’s apartment?”

"Fuck, where is it. Where is it," Brian muttered. He was so anxious that he slammed his mouse against the table's surface. Six months ago, their next neighbor had a break-in. The community was alarmed, so Riley contacted their villa's security system installer and had a hidden camera placed in their living room. It had completely escaped Brian's memory, but now he was searching through his email, finding the installer's instructions. When he found the email he was looking for, he immediately searched for the application installed on his home laptop. Then, he navigated through his internal drive to look for the saved surveillance videos.