The Neighbors Secret Novels & Stories

Aiden said and pulled Ana towards the kitchen. Nothing about the house had changed except nobody was living there. In the kitchen, Aiden opened one of the top cabinets and pushed the wall. A secret door opened as the wall moved in the opposite direction. Aiden pulled Ana towards the staircase and they descended into an underground apartment. The door automatically closed once they left. Aiden turned on the light and removed the covers on all the seats. It was a living room, fully furnished. "I will go out and get some foodstuff. Stay here and please don't go anywhere. Remember, nobody knows we are here so no one would come look for anyone. I will not knock when coming so when you hear a knoc

The Pink Devil started laughing hard after Terrance asked about the neighbors. "My Neighbors? Do you really think that my neighbors will care that some random car is on my driveway? My neighbors never cared about what I did or who I brung home. Heck, the first time I moved into Hilldrive; none of my neighbors bothered to greet me or even once said 'Hello' to me. They continued living their lives and treated me like I never existed. 'Love thy neighbors', my ass! Even if my neighbors cared, it's none of their fucking business to get involved with my personal life and privacy. So the neighbors won't help you escape.", she explained. "You know you don't have to do this.", he pleaded.

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?”

*** ELROY laid her down on the bed. He deepened the kiss and roamed his hands all over her body. Living in an apartment that was separated by just plywood, she has so much experience hearing the sound of her neighbors doing the nasty. And she doesn't want to do the same. She wanted to save face with her neighbors. "E-Elroy, the neighbors! Maybe…they might hear us!” She said as Elroy kissed her. From her lips down to her neck. Infinity could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. And it also gives a strange sensation to her body.

Her first message to Havermouth didn’t need to do more than make people think about what was happening around them and warn them not to trust the Van Helsings. “Dear Havermouth, The moon is bright overhead, And all our secrets under its light are shed, We are your lovers, neighbours, and friends, Don’t let the moonlight be our ends. We are all what they fear, All unique, brave, courageous, and near, Help those who for shelter come, To those in black help none. We all fall, or we stand as one, Hold fort until the signal comes. The Secret Keeper”

“He just said. By the time, we had arrived at home. The lights were off, and it was so dark. Mae’s drunken form was unable to carry herself upstairs. Lucky us! That Aunt is already a sleep , we are both really dead. So Nathan carried her to her room. And when Mae was in the room, I thanked Nathan and Greg for coming to us at the club. And then Greg looked at me. As if saying something that I couldn’t understand and he showed me his cellphone. I saw a text on my cellphone saying something, “Can we meet later outside?” my heart suddenly pounded what he just texted me. “Will I go?” I miss him, I just sneaked out later. After I dressed Mae, I went to my room to take a hot shower, I soaped up pro

I didn’t need to read minds to know exactly what the neighbors were thinking as they watched me from their balconies and doorways. Patricia Allen, the notorious drunk who only ever caused trouble had finally lost her damn mind. It’s not that I didn’t expect them to be shocked. I just didn’t expect them to act like the sky was black. I could hear their doors opening, some even pulling their curtains. One by one, neighbors stepped out to their verandas, whispering behind their hands, clapping in disbelief like they were watching a miracle. Even Sarah and Karen, who didn’t even bother coming to talk to me, dragged their chairs outside, cracking peanuts between their teeth as they watched.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

How could I be the one to shatter that? Nights were different. The house quieted after ten, lights dimming room by room until only the hallway sconces cast long shadows. That's when the real danger began. Kai's visits had become a ritual, each one pushing the boundaries a little further. One Tuesday evening stood out. We'd had a forced family movie night—some lighthearted rom-com Dad picked because "it's good for bonding." Popcorn bowls sat half-empty on the coffee table, kernels scattered across the leather sectional like confetti from a party no one enjoyed. Laughter had been polite, forced. When the credits rolled, I mumbled something about being tired and retreated to my room, heart alre

"Yes, I'll inform him right away." The secretary bowed and left. A dark smile appeared on his face. It was time for the Rochers to be eradicated too. … It was ten at night. Wilbur and the Nees brothers were sitting in the living room. The brothers were frowning, but Wilbur was casually sipping his tea. The loyal servants of the Neeses seem worried too. No one had any idea what tricks were hiding under Seamus' sleeves. Around ten luxury cars pulled over outside the Nees Manor at that moment.