Witch Next Door Novels & Stories

I mumbled, looking away. "Watch it, boy." Zach warned, running his fingers through his hair. "Oh, really? You share my room with me, and you still refer to me as a boy?" I fired. "Have we got some issues with rent here?" Zach fired, eyeing me. I sighed, and swallowed deeply as I watched him put on his shirt. "You know what, Zach? Why don't you just move out completely? That would be satisfying." "Why don't I stab a knife through your heart while you're asleep? I bet, that would feel more satisfying than seeing me leave."

Hollered Grace. Over the course of a few hours both Hannah and Grace planned a very very small courthouse wedding with no guests and a lavish honeymoon in the mountains that would seperate them from the rest of the world. And once they got back from their honeymoon they would very quickly begin their search for their dream home. And if they couldn't buy it, Grace suggested that the two of them could build their dream home, together.

“We’ve been getting in each other’s faces because we attend the same school and we sit beside each other. And, just in case you’re forgetting, you’re my next door neighbor.” His eyes searched my face. I raised my chin to meet his gaze. After a while he nodded. “Can I come in?” I wanted to show him the in the rudest way possible, yet after standing there watching him for what seemed like an eternity, I stepped back and let him come in. I must be mad. With my back against the door, I watched him walk him and watched as he looked around my room. It wasn’t completely done yet, not the way I wanted it, anyway. The wallpapers were up but I still wanted to hang my florescent black butterflies.

"Let's cut the cake." We sat around the table. In the middle was a layered cream cake with fresh fruit on top. The candlelight flickered across everyone's faces. Then Kian spoke up. "Let's turn off the lights. Draven can make a birthday wish." After the lights went out, Draven just blurted his wish out loud. "I want a girlfriend just like Mrs. Miran." The second he finished, he blew out the candles, and the room went pitch black. I felt someone grab my thigh through my stocking.

I said as I was eager for him to stop me. "I'm not stopping you" he said, not even looking at me. I sigh in defeat. "Whatever" I said as I head out towards the living room towards the entrance door. I made my way to the gate. I don't even know why my dad would tell me to go to the neighbour's mansion, I walked out of the gate. The neighborhood was really quiet, I headed to the neighbour's gate and it was opened. Weird. I walked in and oh my fûcking goodness......... this was humongous. Why does rich people need to compare their mansion. I thought as I was walking deep into the entrance.

Again, Sophie's eyes communicated with Joyce so intensely that if the other two were watching them, they would have noticed. “It's not that cute,” Sophie closed her eyes to imagine the lies she was about to tell. She needed the scenes to play out in her head as she told them. “Well, we went out for that event and when I came back, I realized that I had a new neighbor. You know how top-tier that particular floor is? Guys, it's very expensive and shit and I know how much struggle I went through before I could get one of the top apartments in the place.” She heaved a sigh.

Well, close enough. "Yowzah!" She smiled and broke into a happy dance, celebrating her amazing find. Her new neighbour had brought the WIN back to Shadowbrooke! And she couldn't wait to share the news with Rachel, her best friend. "Not bad at all!" Cadence swooned as her eyes travelled up and down his mountainous frame. "What's not bad, dear?" Sonja asked as she walked into her room, intruding on her unruly thoughts. "Our new neighbour," Cadence replied, her eyes refusing to look away from the gorgeous view across the marsh.

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.

“Lucky for you, you’ll have a chance to… redeem yourself.” Knox’s brow lifted, slow and calculating. “Redeem myself?” “Yes.” Wes’s smile widened. “I’m hosting a party next weekend. A private party.” Vivienne’s stomach dropped. Knox’s eyes darkened. “You should come,” Wes continued, his voice light and amused. “Vivienne will be there. Celeste will be there. Plenty of… entertainment.” Knox’s expression turned lethal. Vivienne’s heart thundered painfully beneath her ribs. “Wes—”

Everyone in Beddington knew about the existence of the werewolves, however it was more like a myth since we hadn't encountered one before. I, for one, believed their existence of these species and hoped that I'd be chosen as a kin, I read about them a lot as a kid and even as a growing teenager and became so enamored with the thought, however, I was not chosen and so when Isobel, my younger sister had a child and she came back with the news of the betrothal, it was like a dream come true, but Isobel wasn't pleased with the idea and took her child, my little niece, Xenia and relocated in a bid to get her away from the prophecy. You can then imagine my surprise when I got a call from my said n