The Couple Next Door Ending Novels & Stories

Kurt sighed, stroking my cheek, tucking the blonde streak of my hair behind my ear. “Have you heard any of our neighbors having sex?” Kurt questioned. “Well, no…” I furrowed my brow. “Exactly. It's not that they aren’t. While most of the residents are unmated, our direct neighbors are a mated couple. And we don’t hear them going at it. But you can bet they are.” Kurt smiled. “Okay, but maybe the soundproofing is just better in the apartment.” I offered. “An apartment building isn’t going to have better anything than the packhouse that the Alpha and Luna live in.” Kurt scoffed. “Then…” I frowned.

Late spring brought unforeseen news that would put the family's adaptation to the test in a whole new way: their long-time neighbours, the elderly Hendersons, announced they were moving to an assisted living facility, leaving them thinking who would purchase the house next door and how new neighbours would affect their established patterns. "The Hendersons have been such amazing neighbours," Grace stated as she watched the moving truck loaded. "I hope whoever moves in next will be equally polite." "Will the new neighbours have kids?" Phoebe asked, quickly thinking about potential playmates.

"Thank you for giving us a chance to get to know you, Vicky and Ryan. Although you did not win, I hope you two will work on your relationship outside the house. You may now leave my house." We walked them to the door and Vicky was still crying as she waved at us while pulling her luggage, but she still showed us a genuine smile. "Ex-couple, the night is still not over." The game master announced when Vicky and Ryan left through the main door and they were welcomed to the outside world. "Huh?" I exclaimed in question and the others were confused as well. "Ryan and Vicky are not the only couple leaving the show tonight." We gasped and looked at each other, but I quickly noticed Tori, who was s

The wife was screaming for help, and the neighbors arrived to end the fight. Furious, the wife went to their rented room upstairs and packed up her things, then left her husband for good. The husband painfully watched his wife get into the car of the rich man and vanish from his world completely. He threw the flowers and chocolates on the ground and went back to his rented room alone.

That was how it started with the man next door. His name was Grant. Forty-one. Married. Broad-shouldered, quiet, the kind of neighbor who offered to help carry boxes and then stayed for a beer on the porch. His wife, Nadia, worked long hours at the hospital and came home after dark most nights. Grant had mentioned it once, casually, like it didn’t matter. It had mattered. For three weeks they had been careful. His place when Nadia was on nights. Her place when he could slip away for an hour. Never long enough. Never loud enough. Always the same sharp, almost angry hunger, like both of them were trying to outrun something.

Whenever the sun went down, the wife would start moaning embarrassingly loudly. But it sounded like the couple next door was arguing tonight, and the fight was getting worse. In the end, the wife’s screams nearly deafened me. “Did someone die?” I cried out softly. The commotion next door suddenly died down. It was at this moment that I finally realized what had happened. The soundproofing was terrible, and they could hear all the noise I made too. ‘Oh no…’ My heart leaped to my throat. The strange silence lasted for about four seconds before I suddenly heard a piercing cry for help.

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

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."

I never liked her that much. I couldn't hold it in anymore. My slap landed hard across Blake's face. "Blake Keller, we're done. I'm giving you two my blessing." Noelle hurried forward to stop me. "Dawn, you're getting the wrong idea. He just—" I threw the pregnancy report and diary straight at her face. "That baby belongs to Blake, doesn't it? Do you two have any shame at all?" Blake bent down and calmly picked everything up, his expression terrifyingly composed. "So what, Dawn? Our wedding's next week. If we break up now, how will you explain it to your family?"

I continued, "He's standing right in front of me. Want to ask him yourself?" Adrian finally reached over and grabbed the phone. I didn't flinch. He killed the call, and the only sound left in the living room was the hum of the refrigerator. I looked at him. "Who's Vivi?" Adrian's Adam's apple bobbed. "A neighbor." "Which neighbor?" "The one who just moved in downstairs." "A new neighbor. Why did she ask if you’d go read to her tonight?" Adrian frowned. "Serena, can you not talk to me like you're interrogating a suspect?"