The Runaway Lead Lives Next Door Novels & Stories

At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time. Her mother sighed. “Oh great. Party neighbors.” Ruby wasn’t listening. Her eyes had caught something—someone. A boy stepped out onto the balcony next door, the one directly connected by only a narrow wall to the balcony of their new apartment. The dying sunlight caught him perfectly: messy black hair, silver chain glinting, a confident, careless way he leaned over the railing. He laughed at something someone said behind him, but his eyes slid up for a split second—meeting Ruby’s.

she said quietly. “I’m asking you to survive,” Caeldrin said. She stopped. That word—survive—echoed too loudly. “What happens if I say no?” she asked. His jaw tightened. “Then I find another solution.” She turned back to him. “And what happens to me?” For the first time since he arrived, Caeldrin hesitated. “Nothing,” he said carefully. “Unless my family notices you.” Her stomach dropped. “Notices me how?” “They’re already aware I have a new neighbor,” he admitted. “They don’t like unknown variables.”

Kyle laughed. They continued to the main bedroom, and a small gasp left her lips when they entered. The curtains were open, and the glow of the moon cast a shadow on the carpeted floor, giving the impression they were in a fantasy. Kyle had money. Only a rich man could afford to live in a penthouse. It wasn’t that they were poor, but Hana never considered her father’s money hers, not like he ever let her forget her role or place.

It was an angel who came to save me. END Thank you so much for reading! now we are going to start the story of the bad boy in the next door (2), story of Marlon and his wife.

in the end, Phoebe brushed off those thoughts and just went outside the mansion. The driver has already drove the car just a few steps away from the main door so she immediately managed to go inside. As soon as the car exited the main gate of the mansion, the driver spoke, "Where to, Madam?" "To the mall, please." She looked at their driver from the rearview mirror and gave him a light smile. Phoebe has always been kind to their workers, yet she wasn't able to be close to them for some reason. Well of course there is an exception, Anna who's been close to her from the start.

“Okay, you’re all set. Now go next door and find out where the mysterious Mr. Owen plans to take you.” I rolled my eyes but smiled. “Wish me luck. If I don’t return, assume I’ve been taken to some weird, freezing outdoor activity.” “You’ll be fine,” Zazu called after me as I left my room. Owen’s apartment was right next door, just a few steps away. As I made my way out of my apartment, I caught movement near the glass door leading to my terrace. G****e, Owen’s fluffy golden retriever, was scratching at the glass, his tail wagging furiously as he spotted me.

he mumbled before his eyes became Fierce again. "Mew! Bring that woman to me. I want to ask her where the real Vena is... How come I didn't notice that she's not the same person? I failed as a husband... I failed to protect my wife... What if... What if something happened to her? Mew! What if—" Mr. Johannesburg shows signs of being overly anxious, and it might trigger his poison to relapse.

Running could work. It was time for me to put myself first. Nobody else was going to. My family have shown that. And as for my husband, he has made it perfectly clear I am not a priority for him. I am not even a thought for him. I creep across my bedroom, knowing what I must do. I silently slip open my closet doors, finding the smallest of my holdalls from when I arrived here. I begin to place clothes inside. Ash was right. I have some savings. I didn't know the exact amount, but there was some. Money my great Aunt had left me. It should be enough to see me a few months at least. I can run far from here, to the countryside and then find a job to keep me going. Live a normal life. Nobody woul

Having no place to go I found myself following Lucien’s scent. I stumbled a few times as my heels dug into the pebbled pathway. Out of irritation I took my shoes off and walked barefoot, enduring the sharp edges of the stone that cut my feet. I feel like I did a full workout by just walking on that pathway. Why did they even park the car near the gate when they could have parked a meter away from the mansion’s front door?! And why didn’t that asshole even bother waking me up?! “See what kind of mate he is, Aurora? You really want me to entrust our lives to a man like him? He didn’t even bother waking us up and you expect him to spare our lives?”