100 Ways To Annoy Your Neighbor Novels & Stories

"Giddy? Who’s giddy, me? Wait a minute! Something’s off here… Since when did you start acting like this? You never used to care about things like this. And whenever someone came up to you asking for a favor especially if it had anything to do with me, you never entertained them. So why are you doing it now? And for neighbors whose names you don’t even know?" Sandra straightened in her seat, pouting and rolling her eyes. "Because he’s my neighbor. It’s easier to give in than to have him keep bothering me if I say no. Just sign it so they won’t have to come to me again. It’s creepy and unnerving especially with how tall they are," she said, feigning disgust.

she muttered, kicking the napkin off with a sharp shake of her foot. It wasn’t the first time. Cade Walker, her arrogant, messy, smug neighbor had been living in 10B for barely three months, and in that short time, he had already turned their clean hallway into his personal trash station. He never seemed to care about the building rules or, worse, about the people forced to live next to him.

Satya only asked for a check, not same-day practice. "Strange girl!" The chirp came from the neighbor boy as he passed me in the corridor. Isn't there a brake on that mouth? Is it a guy or not? "You're the weird one!" I retorted after he quickened his pace towards the open elevator doors. Stupidly, I let the door close and the numbers on it slid to the smallest number. "Bummer!" I stomped my foot vigorously, shaking off the annoyance. Was it the rejection last time, the insult this time, or the worst?

Dimitri, being the thick-headed, annoying human being he was, replied, "Yes. And you're forgetting to add the question 'or that you moved in the apartment right across from mine?'" I wanted to throttle him. Instead, I remained the epitome of calmness and smiled. "I'm not doing this with you. You are far from being in my good books and stalking me isn't giving you any brownie points." He opened his mouth to add in what I was sure was a claim of denial but I didn't give him the opportunity. "And if in case this is a massive, disturbing coincidence, then welcome to the building." He shut his mouth after that. "Try to be a good neighbor, which means minimal noise and no interactions. The ideal s

"Camila, you won't believe what happened today. There's a new neighbor here, and..." "Oh no, Karen! Not this neighbor again? What are you going to complain about this time?" Camila interrupts me, and I can imagine her rolling her eyes at this exact moment. "Shut up and listen to me!" "I can't stand hearing about this neighbor anymore, friend," Camila grumbles, adopting a petulant tone. "You're my best friend and you'll have to listen to me talk about him for as long as I want to talk," I respond, somewhat arrogantly. "I discovered something new about him."

This has got to me one of those shitty neighbors that my mother is trying to make friends with. I already told her that if she wants friends, she should join a bookclub or something. As I walk towards the door, the knock gets so heavy that I can feel the vibration against my feet. I cringe with annoyance as I stomp to the door. "Janae is not home!!!" Perhaps the person is deaf, because they knock even harder. I open the door, ready to verbally fight the rude person at the door, but all my anger disappears when I see that the person is my mother.

Seriously, this bastard always shows up at the most inconvenient times; he will definitely use this to tease me. I try not to think about the headache this will cause me. Instead, I go about my morning hygiene routine, making sure to take as long as possible in the hopes that by the time I step out, Marlon will have remembered his way to the door and left. Just to be safe, I thought of 101 mood-killers. There was no way I was going to jerk off with my dog watching me, not to mention the possibility that the Annoyance was on the other side of that door just waiting for the moment to make fun of me.

– makes me so enraged. “Baby…stop it…I am trying to watch the movie” I hear my annoying cousin’s voice interrupt me while I am watching the television. We were all supposed to watch a movie , but turns out that these two want to act like teenagers. It starts to really get on my nerves , because I can see him placing his hand on her thighs and slowly rubbing it while she keeps moving and giggling at him. I become really frustrated and decide to just get up and leave. “Where are you going?” her giggling voices now turns to one that is so cold.

He was too noisy and it makes my concentration gone. My temper was quite low, so I shouted at him. “Hey-you!” I yelled making him stop and glanced at me. “Can you just be quiet? Can you see that I'm reading here?” “Probably...no.” “And now you know, so you better be quiet, okay? Or else I will call 911.” “They would just hang up your call. It's nonsense.” He never stopped his afternoon habit and he always annoy the six-year old me with his sound effects he added with his own voice, it sounds like a cheap dying car.