All Chapters of Whispers Through the Wall: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ethan’s morning started with the sound of a car alarm blaring in the distance. He groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he adjusted to his new surroundings. The old mattress creaked beneath him as he sat up, stretching his stiff limbs. The sunlight that filtered through his dusty window was weak, barely making a dent in the gloom of his tiny apartment. His stomach rumbled. Food. Right. He had forgotten to buy groceries last night after being too distracted by the… sounds from next door. He shook his head, trying to push the memory away.As he stepped into the cramped kitchenette, he paused at the sound of a door opening in the hallway.Her door.His pulse quickened despite himself. He hadn’t seen her yet, but he knew she was there. The mysterious woman next door—the source of the laughter, the teasing giggles, the low murmurs. Last night had been his first taste of her presence, though he hadn’t even laid eyes on her.But now, he could.Moving with uncharacteristic curiosity, Et

Ethan hadn’t meant to notice her so much.It started subtly—glimpses in the hallway, catching sight of her through his peephole as she came and went at odd hours. Then, it became something more. He found himself watching from his small kitchen window, the angle just perfect to peek at the balcony across from his. Sienna’s balcony.She spent a lot of time there. Smoking. Talking on the phone. Sometimes just leaning over the railing, staring at the world below with a pensive expression that didn’t match her usual playful demeanor.Ethan told himself it wasn’t watching—not in a creepy way. He wasn’t spying. He was simply… noticing. Observing. After all, she was right there. So close. So easy to see.Tonight was no different. He stood by his kitchen sink, pretending to rinse a plate as he glanced through the window. Sienna was out on the balcony, dressed in a silk robe that barely clung to her shoulders, her long legs crossed lazily as she scrolled through her phone. A cigarette dangled b

Ethan woke up with a headache.The kind that came from a restless night, from thoughts that tangled themselves into knots and refused to unravel. The moment he blinked into consciousness, the memories of last night came crashing in like a wave—Sienna’s voice, the moans, the unmistakable sounds of pleasure slipping through the too-thin walls.And worse—his name, whispered like a secret between the rustling sheets.He groaned, running a hand over his face. Don’t overthink it.Dragging himself out of bed, Ethan shuffled into his tiny kitchen and turned on the coffee maker. He needed caffeine. He needed distraction. He needed to stop thinking about his neighbor and the way she had sounded in the dark.By the time the bitter aroma filled the air, he had almost convinced himself that he had misheard it. That his sleep-deprived brain had been playing tricks on him. Maybe she hadn’t said his name at all—maybe the coincidence was just too perfect, and his subconscious had filled in the gaps.Y

Ethan had always been a light sleeper, the kind of person who tossed and turned at the slightest noise. But ever since moving into this apartment, his nights had been anything but peaceful.It wasn’t the creaky pipes or the distant hum of the city that kept him awake—it was her.Sienna had taken up residence in his mind, haunting his thoughts even when his eyes were closed. It had started subtly—an idle daydream here, a fleeting thought there. But now, it had taken root, growing into something he couldn’t ignore.And then, there were the dreams.In them, she was always just out of reach. Sometimes, she was laughing at him, teasing as she always did, her lips curling into that playful smirk that made his stomach twist. Other times, she was closer—so close he could feel her breath against his skin, smell the faint traces of vanilla and smoke. In those dreams, she whispered things he couldn’t quite remember when he woke up, but the heat of them lingered, making his pulse race.Tonight wa

Ethan had never been the obsessive type. He had always prided himself on his ability to focus on his own world—his books, his studies, his quiet routines. But since that night, something had shifted inside him.He couldn’t stop thinking about Sienna.Every time he heard the soft thud of her footsteps in the hallway, he found himself pausing, straining to listen. When she left her apartment, he watched from the corner of his eye, noting the way she carried herself—so effortlessly confident, so utterly captivating. She was a mystery, and mysteries demanded to be solved.At first, he told himself it was just curiosity. But curiosity didn’t explain why he found himself watching the clock, waiting for her to return at night. It didn’t explain why he started keeping track of the men who visited her, memorizing their faces, the expensive cars they drove, the way they never stayed long enough for casual conversation.It didn’t explain why, when he heard the sound of her laughter through the t