Couple Next Door Novels & Stories

“This little pussy was made for me.” I pushed back to meet him, moaning shamelessly. The headboard banged against the wall—loud, rhythmic, unmistakable. “Shhh,” he growled, even as he fucked me harder. “Neighbors might hear.” The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through me. His house was detached, but the yards were close. Mrs. Delaney next door watered her roses every morning around this time. Mr. Patel across the street walked his dog at 7:30 sharp. Windows open. Curtains sheer. Anyone paying attention could hear the wet slap of skin, my muffled cries, his grunts.

I approached the old lady and tried to look friendly since she seemed to be my flat's neighbor. "Good evening, I'm Quinn, the new resident." I extended my hand, intending to shake. But instead, the old lady looked behind me while girdling her loins. She then pointed at Grayson. "Hey young man!" she said loudly. I covered my mouth with my hand. Oh no, looks like there's going to be trouble here. "You have to be gentle with your partner! She had to scream because of you and I had to hear it!" She said, "Keep your voice down. I know you're a new couple, but don't let your neighbors hear what's going on in this room. Do you understand?"

I’m about to go to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for Bettany when suddenly her doorbell rang and I was startled. Before I made my way to the door I made sure that I’m presentable enough to the persons behind that door. I opened the door and saw a middle age old couple standing there with different items in their hands. Is Bettany expecting visitors today but she was still asleep at the moment? I’m going to greet them but the old man spoke first. “Who are you? where’s Bettany? “Good morning sir, ma’am, please come in Bettany is still sleeping at the moment. I’m Isaac, Bettany’s neighbor and you could say suitors as well.” I explained to the couple and with my observation, they’re Bett

"Other people's weddings usually stop by midnight, and then everyone goes home to rest. Why is it that your family has been making noise for so many days? " Even though you bought the house, this is a shared space, and making too much noise at night can easily anger the neighbors. How will you maintain good relations with the neighbors in the future? "We, the property management, are caught in the middle and it's difficult for us. We hope you can be a little more considerate. It's fine to play poker during the day, but please don't keep making noise late at night!" Today was a day off, and I had planned to sleep in until noon.

Nobody knows how much Lev is willing to pay just to have his peace back. The thing is, he also knows to himself that the peace and quiet that he wanted have become something priceless the moment his new neighbor moved in. Loud music on speaker, shouting on the phone-name it. It seems like that his new neighbor knows everything except for silence. And what could be the worst thing that can come from next door? Sex! Loud moans and all the other sexual sounds! Bed creaking, loud begging, ragged voices and heavy breathing, moans and moans and moans!

She says walking to us. "I'm Selena and this Karter." We smile and shake her hand. "Well aren't you two a cute couple. Did you both move in here together?" She asks. "Nope. It's just me." I say. "Oh, well that's nice. I live next door with my husband Phil and my little son Adam. I made cookies as a house warming gift." She says handing me a plate. "Thank you so much. You shouldn't have." I say. Jane smiles at me, "Oh it's no worry. I also wanted to let you know if you need anything don't hesitate asking. We should have tea sometimes."

Just stone walls, warm lights, and wide glass windows. Somehow, the guys have beat us home. Then again... I might've driven a little slower than usual. “Hey, maid!” Spencer breaks contact from the kiss he’s having on our couch, making out with a... a purple-haired girl who has one of her boobs out. Hart blinks blankly, responding slowly, “Gardener...” "JESUS CHRIST." She spins and covers her own eyes, all of her sense returning to her at once. Spencer laughs and returns to his make-out session. Gross.

“This afternoon. People brought boxes. Lots of boxes. Big boxes. Maybe furniture. Maybe treasure.” “Maybe bodies,” Max said enthusiastically. I looked at him. He smiled innocently. “I saw it in Tío Theo’s movie.” Bianna sat a little straighter, Max still trapped in her lap. “The empty house next door?” “Mm-hm,” Issa answered. “The lights are pretty now.” I stared at the glow behind the trees. The house next door had never felt close before. This community was designed so every owner could pretend they didn’t have neighbors, only expensive trees and driveways that were far too long. But tonight, those lights made the distance shrink.

Claire stated and we both laughed. I am in so much trouble. If I knew that Cole would be my next door neighbour I would have looked for another place to stay. I needed a fresh start and needed to avoid any distraction and yet he lives next door. For someone who was so damn rich I can’t believe that he is staying in this building and did not take the entire floor. “What do you want?” I asked when I open the door and saw Cole smiling at me. “I just want to say welcome to you. I might be a few days late but I hope that you enjoy your stay here. We are going to be living next to each other so I hope that we get along.” He stated.

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.