Bbw Neighbor Novels & Stories

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Just like that. Beckett looks away. Back to them. Back to his world. The ache in my chest returns immediately. Sean notices. Of course he notices. He sighs. “You two are weird.” I nearly choke. “What?” Before he can answer, Colt’s voice carries across the hallway. Loud. Too loud. “Yo, Beck. Your neighbor coming to the game Friday?” My stomach immediately tightens. Beckett doesn’t answer. Tyler smirks. “What? Hoodie girl?”

"Such a touching mother-and-son bond. How about your boy watches while we have our fun with you?" He ripped my clothes off, leaving my skin bare. Draven shouted at the top of his lungs, "No! Stop!" Kian grinned as he moved toward Draven. "You wanna see your mom's body?" Draven squeezed his eyes shut, but Kian pried them open with his fingers. Right at that moment, the real estate agent showed up. He took one look at what was happening and stepped back in shock, then pulled out his phone to call 911. The tattooed guys saw him and rushed over to grab the phone.

An old woman tenderly told her as she smiled at her. Leila reciprocated it with a sweet smile. “That was so kind of you, Mrs. Gomez. Thank you.” She softly replied. If her grandparents were still alive, they may have looked like the old woman in front of her. She just missed them so much. “By the way, I just want you to be careful. You’re living alone and your nearest neighbor was just so snobby and mysterious. Be careful, okay?” Mrs. Gomez worriedly reminded her. “No worries, Mrs. Gomez. I have my baseball bat with me.” She jokingly stated as she pointed her bat at the back of her bicycle.

Every bar stool was occupied. “Hey, Wendell, two beers in the bottle,” Beverly said as she made the number two with her fingers. “You got it,” the bartender said. “Bev, who dis?” a man on a stool asked. “That’s Bruce. He’s my friend,” Beverly answered. “Damn, man, I can see the muscles through your shirt. What are you? Some sort of body builder or somethin’?” “No. I’m in real estate.” “Oh, like a realtor?”

She was unaware of the man standing on the stoop next to theirs watching them. Hank had seen the new neighbor and wanted to make sure that he saw a loving couple. “I say we go watch that new movie on A****n.” “OK.” She replied back with a smile. They finished their way to the door and went inside. Neo watched them but didn’t buy the act. He knew what was going on. That guy might have the police department fooled, but not everyone bought his story. Bunny had suspicions and when the apartment next door became available, Neo moved in.

My prison. If I return—no. Somehow, I can’t stomach the thought of returning after what he said. What he did. What if he bleeds out and…God. I shouldn’t care, but I know Jaxon. He’ll be distraught with me gone. He’ll hurt and when he finds me again, he’ll inflict more pain— Another honk and my neighbor peeks out the window of his sedan. “I have places to be at, Mrs. Hawke. If you would kindly move out of the way—"

Tshepo coordinated with trusted neighbors, ensuring that external support was available if Brenda escalated her attacks. Evening Confrontation As dusk approached, Brenda appeared again, her silhouette framed against the streetlights. This time, she was not alone. Several neighbors accompanied her, some whispering insults, others waving phones with threatening messages. “Abby!” Brenda shouted, her voice dripping with malice. “Do you see what you’ve done? Your family is crumbling from the inside, and you can’t stop it!” Abby stepped forward, jaw tight. “Your games end tonight. We are united, and no one can break this family if we remain vigilant. Leave now, or face the consequences.”