옆집누나 Novels & Stories

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?”

Lesley's face turned red, and she mumbled, "I... I thought you were Joe. I forgot we switched seats." Her voice grew so soft it was almost inaudible. Thinking about it, I realized she must have mistakenly thought I was Joe, given the position we were in before the switch. That explanation made my earlier thoughts seem much less exciting. I had imagined something more intense happening during this late-night movie with my neighbor's pretty wife. "You and Joe really seem to enjoy pushing boundaries," I said, teasing her. It seemed like she was trying to spice up her love life with Joe by doing such a thing in my presence.

“Fascinated by their culture.” A chuckle skitters off my skin. “I like Susanna just fine.” “Good thing it’s my name, not yours,” I drawl cattily and yelp when a hand comes down on my ass. It smarts, but heat spreads from the skin, running a path down to my clitoris. “Catriona, maybe. I’d get a small house in the countryside with nice neighbors I can emotionally blackmail into baking me muffins every morning.” His shadow of a stubble scruffs against the back of my ear. “Muffins?”

[Influencer Moves Into Relative’s Home, Steals Everything From Cousin While Pretending To Be Pitiful] The post went into great detail, starting from the social media post Emma had uploaded. Then people followed the trail and uncovered more of her private accounts, and the content inside was shocking. One account was of her documenting her “daily life”. “Today I got my cousin kicked out onto the balcony. My aunt really does love me the most.” “I brought up the apple thing on purpose. Auntie and Lucas both took my side, and my cousin was so angry her face turned green. It was hilarious.”

My name is Elina Tarell. I am a single mom. My son, Draven Tarell, worked really hard and got into a top school overseas, so I moved with him to Frunderland. Soon, it was his 20th birthday. We didn't have any family in Frunderland, so I only invited our next-door neighbors, Rina and Kian Miran. Rina was just like me, a single mom who raised her son alone. I didn't know what she fed that kid, because Kian turned out massive.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Following the sound, I spotted a soft, innocent-looking eighteen-year-old girl standing on the neighboring balcony, staring at me in shock. 'Damn it,' I thought. 'Busted.' Before I could figure out what to do, she asked like a child, "What's that bulge? It looks different from mine." I froze. Her big, watery eyes were so pure, so clueless. Was she… slow? Since when did a gorgeous airhead live next door? A wicked thought crept into my mind. Still playing dumb, I said, "What do you mean, different? Let me see what you've got."

Anna said controlling her laughter which I can notice. "Shut up Anna" I hit her off. She laughed. Anna is my neighbor. She lives two blocks away from mine. "Look what I brought for you and the little one, " Anna stepped in holding a small basket of food. "Anna aunt" Kiara ran to her happily. "Hey, little one look what I brought for you," Anna said giving her the basket. Kiara peeked inside the basket and smiled widely. "Strawberry pancakes!!" She chirped.

She stood still, trying to assimilate what she was seeing. *** This was no Enemy raid. The people who had just broken into her apartment were perfectly familiar. Even in the tangle of shadows that swarmed over them, she recognized the faces of their neighbors. Uncle Dima, Dad’s coworker who had often lingered in their kitchen over a stein of kvas until it was too late to go back home and he had to snore the night away on the floor in a nest of old blankets, much to the indignation of his wife, Aunt Xenia.