The Couple Next Door Season 2 Novels & Stories

The specific, hungry want of her wife’s taste, her wife’s surrender. The trip had been a much needed honeymoon.Two weeks in a remote luxury resort, a bubble of heat and cedar against the endless white. They’d arrived that afternoon, the tension a live wire between them from the moment the door clicked shut. A shared shower that was more tease than cleanse, a slow, deliberate unpacking where hands lingered on zippers and skin. They’d made it through an almost kiss and now it all came crashing out like a broken flood gate.

He went to her and gently shuffled her from her sleep. “Anu, refresh and come. Let's go have some coffee and an evening snack.” He told her. I just had my lunch and I cannot eat anything until tomorrow, that is how full I am. “Sure!” She went into the restroom and I saw Arjun go to the room following her. I ran in behind him and saw him looking into his phone relaxing on the bed. I, not knowing what to do, stood near the bed. How awkward is this? My husband is in a room with two of his wives.

I barreled into the bathroom like a madwoman. Of course, it was that wall. The sound of the drill pounded in my skull, making my teeth rattle. That wall was shared with the apartment next door. The two units were separated only by hollow bricks. If I did not stop Maya, that drill would go straight through the thin facade, and Zach’s rotting face would be exposed. I could not be bothered about anything else. I grabbed my crutch and pounded on her door.

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."

Didn't expect Talia to drop a bomb like that on our anniversary. I slammed the door and tore off, pedal down, straight to Cresthaven Hotel. "Call Talia Sweeney down. I need her." The receptionist didn't even look up. She pointed to the side. "Fill out a form if you're here for business. Ms. Sweeney isn't seeing anyone right now." "I'm her husband. Tell her to come down. Five minutes." That got her attention.

"No. We grew up together. We've long been family to each other. Alessia can be jealous all she wants, but she doesn't get to take it out on you. "She actually brought up divorce in front of everyone today. Who knows what she'll try next? Everything stays as planned. Let her sit with that and think about what she's done." He finished speaking and walked off toward the driveway without a glance back. I watched him go and let out a wry laugh. I wasn't jealous this time. That feeling belonged to people who were still in love, and I wasn't anymore. … That night, Luna was unusually well-behaved. She fell asleep on her own without me having to soothe her.

“Listen. If I explain to my mom how close you and I have gotten, and I explain to her that we are engaged, which she already knows. It’s common sense that we both live together. Let’s plan for our wedding. Plan for the future. You don’t expect us to stay in different homes and plan for our future. It’s a collective future. One that she’s going to be in. I mean, if you can’t live with me now, how can you live with me when we get married? Which, I don’t know how long that’s going to take. But at least she has to learn that you are not an enemy. You are not a problem. You are just my lover. You are my husband. She has to get used to this.” He shook his head. “I don’t know, Jules. This is lookin

Mariana replied with eager enthusiasm, ready to listen to my story. I began recounting how I had called Roby's neighbor to find out more about him. After several conversations, I finally discovered Roby's rental address. Curiosity and anxiety gnawed at my mind, pushing me to go there and find out what was really going on. When I arrived at the location, the atmosphere felt tense. I approached the rental house cautiously, sensing a vibration within me. As I arrived, my eyes were immediately drawn to Eric and Lina, who were unloading items from a suitcase in front of the door. They seemed rushed, as if there was something important they needed to finish quickly.

Lisa paused by one of the windows in her living room to catch a glimpse of the ongoing argument that we currently happening on the front porch of the house right beside hers. The building was owned by an elderly couple who were the oldest people in the neighborhood. The both of them had an unusual relationship, the kind that was filed with all sorts of emotions. They always quarreled with each other, but none of their fights ever lasted more than a few hours before they were speaking to each other again like nothing had even happened.

The night view was beautiful, with only one street lamp emitting a faint halo. Although the night wasn't deep, the residential area was unusually quiet, with occasional sounds of wind blowing. Ronan pressed the car window button to clear his mind. A couple passed by, kissing as they walked. Ronan looked coldly at them, completely unaware of how envious his gaze was. Humph! These people had no manners in public! Perhaps Ronan's gaze was too icy, and his aura too strong. The couple kissed for a while, and the girl looked over at them.