Cougar Next Door Novels & Stories

To get to know my next door neighbor, Stephen Hosea Moore, a man possibly hotter than the sun, and shyer than an otter. How would that work out? I try not to stand too close to the window, in case he was there, I wish he was there, however deranged that sounds, wanting my neighbor to watch me twenty four seven. It is quite unfair that he can see me and I can only guess what he was up to. When I told Lara, he and I were supposed to drink this weekend, she said to make moves before then, so it will be easier, we don’t know if alcohol makes him clam up.

I crumple up that note and shove it back into that envelope until, maybe one day, I will act upon an instinct, but for now… ****************************** Book Three: The Marine Next Door III

He asked, looking around. "She is working night duties in the Tower gates. Did you go to the tower today? You would have seen her." "No, not today. I was there, yesterday. Today, I had a clan meeting with my Sentinels and Betas. It's about the Cougar Festival coming up soon." Sandra nodded. Eline had told her about the festival for all cougars that are coming up. A fun festival they do twice every year where all cougars come together to bond, play, and compete together.

A new family had moved into Rosewood Hills this morning, causing some curiosity among the neighbors. A big truck loaded with cheap plastic furniture was parked outside an old double-story house, signaling the arrival of the newcomers. As they peered through their windows, some of the neighbors bounced on their toes and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the new residents.

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.

My name is Neil Gates. Home alone for the summer, I'd stepped onto the balcony one afternoon looking for a thrill. I pulled myself out, scanning the windows across the way for the young wives in the opposite building, settling on a target to fuel my fantasy. Just as I was furiously working myself while watching a woman in nothing but her bra and panties, a crisp, clear laugh rang out. Startled, I quickly tucked myself away. Following the sound, I spotted a soft, innocent-looking eighteen-year-old girl standing on the neighboring balcony, staring at me in shock.

he snarled, the blade of his knife dancing dangerously close to my throat. I nodded frantically, promising to scrape together the cash in the next twenty-four hours. With that, Scarface and his crew took off with Vonn trailing behind them like a shadow. The place was trashed. There was not a single spot on the floor where I could step without crunching something underfoot. I sprawled out on the bed, flipping over every other minute, haunted by the image of Vonn's accusing glare. The following day, I found myself perched on the couch as I waited for them to return, clutching the box like it was a lifeline.

"You're definitely crazy! All right and I'll come in. You too, be careful when you go home." "All right, bye Lia. Bye Baby Shan," I waved at them and turned around when I saw Lia enter their house. TOMORROW Last practice today and because tomorrow is also tomorrow the game will be held. We only practice for half a day to reserve our strength and energy. Everyone is leaving tomorrow - my teammates, officers, organizers, and the red cross-community group. They will leave first thing in the morning, the game will also be held in the afternoon. It turns out that we are against the people of St. Mary's College. Their new Team Captain is really ready and we will beat him!

Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all. … I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear. “Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.