The Neighbors Secret Novels & Stories

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

There’s not enough time in the day for me to get everything I want for this room. There’s always tomorrow. Now that the time has come, I’m feeling nervous. So many doubts are creeping in. I have no clue when the other two would be returning. Or what they would do if they don’t find us…. I texted her the code on the app. It’s called BurySecrets. Pretty shady, but it offers anonymity.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

I called out loudly, but not loud enough for the neighbors or anyone around to hear me. I glanced around. It was still early in the morning, and the neighborhood looked calm and peaceful, but I refused to be deceived again. Every neighborhood around here appeared quiet on the surface, but I was sure that each of them had a dirty secret lying around. The door opened again. I quickly parted my lips to speak, but she spoke before I could say a word. “Get in,” she said coldly, moving aside for me to enter . I paused for a moment, almost turning back, but I swallowed nervously and pushed aside my doubts, and stepped into the house.

It came in the form of a mysterious figure, someone from our past whose intentions remained shrouded in secrecy. One evening, as I returned home from a charity event, a note awaited me on the doorstep. It was written in elegant calligraphy, the words sending a chill down my spine. It read: "Dear Ava, I know your secrets. I know the truth that you've buried deep within your heart. If you want to protect the ones you love, meet me at the place where it all began." The mention of secrets and the insinuation that my loved ones were at risk sent a surge of fear through my veins. I immediately contacted Adrian and urged him to meet me at the designated location. We had to confront this mysterious

He had no past, no clear history, no connections I could trace and yet he moved like a man who had lived through things most people couldn’t even imagine. It didn’t make sense and I needed it to because I didn’t build my life on assumptions. I walked into my office, sitting down at my desk as I leaned back slightly. “You’re hiding something Michael” I murmured. My fingers tapped lightly against the desk. I could dig deeper, I could run more checks or pull more strings but something told me that wouldn’t be enough because if Michael had managed to erase himself this thoroughly then he knew exactly how to stay hidden. Maybe i could talk to the neighbors, they noticed things like patterns, beha

says the narrator. She began to fend off sobs. When her feet were stuck in the carpet, she almost fell. Her friend, the next-door neighbour, walked into the living room after ascending the stairs to the first floor of the house. She ran up to her friend, who was almost crying. "Is everything all right?" she inquired, abruptly interrupting the two. "What's the matter, Leanne?" “Did he cause you any harm?” she remarked, her gaze falling on Mr.Ethel. "No, no, it's nothing," she says. Leanne replied, "He didn't do anything." "Is it true?" says the narrator. Are the security guards keeping an eye on us? “Are you watching us?” Mr. Ethel inquired of his next-door neighbour. She took a long time to

Guests start coming in and soon the whole place is full, music playing softly at the background and the whole place filled with chatter. I never appreciated how spacious his home is until I now see how many people can fit in here. "Baabbeee" Veronica says, heading towards the door. I snap my gaze to the door only to be met with Adrian. What the hell is he doing here? "Elizabeth, am I right?" He asks, extending his hand to me. I look down at his hand and back at him, before I turn and walk away, the smile on Veronica's face fading. I enter the washroom and slam the door shut, my heartbeat quicker than ever. I know I'm suppose to pretend like every thing is fine infront of Vee so he doesn't hu

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”