The Wiener Across The Way

"Who the hell are you?" "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" A story between two neighbors and an incident that slowly draws them together *Disclaimer* this story has strong language and violence

The bedroom was dark, and I was holding my wife's hand, feeling like I wanted to do something a little daring. But as I moved her hand, she suddenly stopped me, her hand trembling slightly. When the movie ended and the lights came on, I was shocked to realize that the person beside me wasn't my wife, but our neighbor, Lesley Mendoza...

It has been said that romance can happen anytime, anywhere with the right person meant for you. Who would have thought that all this time, your destined person is just next-door? What happens when two stubborn hot-heads collide? An exchange of rated XXX letters and a whole lot of chaos!

WARNING: MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! Arielle had had enough of her father’s overprotectiveness when he froze her accounts, all because she had gone on ONE trip, without informing him. She moved out, all alone and borrowed money from her friend to a nice chic apartment downtown. In a horrible twist of fate she found herself in the same room with her hot cocky neighbour, Victor Knight. The forced proximity was suffocating. They hardly spoke, but just a glance from him was pulling out her needs, with the sight of his broad shoulders and tempting abs, making her wetter. But she had to stay away from him because she had a boyfriend and didn’t want any complications. Victor however, was doing a good job at keeping his thoughts in his head, he avoided her because he was afraid of his wolf unleashing despite his want, to run his hand through her dress, touch those perfect tits, and bury his dick into her until she saw stars. And it’s only a matter of time before they reveal their hearts darkest desires...

She wants to corrupt him, But he is already corrupted, on everything her. Regina Vega moved go a new apartment, and the cafe she frequents, she finds a gem of a barista, one that quickly becomes her fantasy. Stephen Hosea Moore, the shy kid who man's the drip coffee has dark fantasies about his next door neighbour, fantasies he would never share with anyone. After all, they live in different worlds, worlds that would never collide. Not even if he watches her every night in her room, not even if she pictures him every time she touches herself. Their worlds are farther apart, than two apartments next door.

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend, and I’d tell you with a straight face, absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder has been ruining my life since I was six years old. He cut off my pigtail, threw me into pools fully clothed, broke two of my fingers “practicing karate,” and scared away every guy who’s ever looked in my direction. He’s loud, reckless, impossible to control, and somehow always manages to drag me into his chaos. Unfortunately, he’s also been there for every scraped knee, every bad day, and every moment that mattered. We’ve spent years pretending we’re nothing more than enemies who happen to share the same last name by association. He’s my brother’s best friend, and I’ve spent my entire life reminding myself that he’s completely off-limits. Then one night at a college party changes everything. Suddenly, the teasing feels different. The stolen glances last a little too long. Every argument ends with us standing a little too close, and every touch leaves me questioning fifteen years of certainty. Falling for Kane Wilder was never part of the plan. Especially when loving him could cost me my brother, my family, and the only friendship that’s survived every fight we’ve ever had. Some lines are meant to be crossed. I just never thought he’d be the one asking me to cross them.