Couple Next Door Book Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath. "No, I'm not okay at all. I need to tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, including Will." "Alright. Keeping a secret from my best friend shouldn't violate the terms of the marriage contract." "Are you sitting down?" I heard her moving around. "I am now." "I have a date with Morgan tonight, and I just found out that Todd moved into the apartment next door. Yes, my ex-jerk is now my new neighbor. Tell me how not to freak out?"

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

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.

In less than 10 minutes, the driver took me to my destination. I got out of the car and took a look at the house I used to live in. Now I just feel sick and disgusted to see it. This house is like a closed cage for my life. So I decided to go around the back garden and enter the house. The people who live next door are a French couple who come to live only after Christmas. The rest of the time, the house is empty. So I climbed over the wall into the French couple's garden, and then I snuck into Ron's house.

🍑The Suite Next Door 🍑 The honeymoon suite next door was supposed to be for the bride and groom. Instead, it was where the best man and maid of honor were about to destroy each other. I pressed my back against the wall of the luxurious hotel suite, my maid of honor dress already hiked up around my waist, my lace panties shoved to the side as Jax, the best man, dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs. “Oh my god, Jax…” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his messy dark hair as his hot tongue dragged up my soaked pussy.

Silence. Together. ———————————————————————— The new neighbors moved in a month later. A young couple with a toddler and a dog, looking for a place to put down roots. They came to our door with cookies and questions, nervous and hopeful, the way we'd been when we first arrived. I welcomed them. Helped them carry boxes. Told them about the neighborhood, the park at the end of the street, the bakery where I worked. I did not tell them about the woman who'd lived in their house before. I did not warn them about casseroles or texts or visits at the gate.

I say. "Ok then. I guess I'll be on my way then." She gives one last lingering stare at Brandon's door before walking away. I felt bad for the woman, she definitely set her eyes on the wrong man. This grumpy-ass neighbor of mine didn't seem like someone who would be interested in her advances. Poor Rita. *******

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

But then I reminded myself that this was a safe place, a neighborhood far removed from all the complications of our past. Opening the door, I was greeted by a warm smile from a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties, holding a casserole dish in her hands. Beside her was a man with a friendly expression and two children, a boy and a girl around Daphne’s age. “Bonsoir!” the woman greeted, her French accent light and cheerful. “I’m Camille, and this is my husband, Marc. We live next door and just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

"Wait." I looked away. "Is this his shirt?" I swallowed hard. “Yes." Maya just stared at me as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "And I found out last night that he lives next door." The room went silent. Then… "HE WHAT?!" "Lives next door.” I repeated slowly like I was reminding myself. "Next door as in same street?" "No, same building.” Her jaw dropped. "Same floor?" "Yes… ground floor." Her eyes somehow widened even further. "Ariana. You sat on a stranger's lap and he turned out to be your neighbor?"