Couple Next Door Novels & Stories

We shared the same room without speaking, the way we do now, like two people waiting out weather. “I'll start dinner.” I said eventually, because silence needs structure. “I can.” He replied. “It's fine, I don't mind”. A small pause. “Thank you.” He went upstairs. I stayed in the kitchen, hands steady over ordinary task, every movement careful not to betray that just being near him feels like standing too close to a fire you're not longer allowed to touch. Later, when we ate, conversation staged prsctical. Lily’s schedule. Weather. Supplies. Safe topics that don't open memory.

His bare feet scuffed on the floorboards into the kitchen where he sluggishly poured a coffee, resting his bare back against the countertop as he took a deep gulp. Scooping up the last of cereal, Kate nodded. “I did. Paloma needed to leave early, so she dropped me home. That was…” she paused, swiping open her phone. “Over an hour ago. Not like you to sleep in.” Colton shrugged. “That fuckwit next door was boning the loudest fucking woman I’ve ever heard. Every time I thought I could drift off, she’d start up again.” “The nerve,” Kate smirked. “I had a neighbor like that once. He was an asshole.

“Since we’re going to be neighbors, let me go ahead and introduce my—” “Don’t bother. We won’t be meeting again any time soon.” “What makes you say that?” She offers him no answer. Ugh. When is Fae going to get her big fat bottom here??? “Perhaps tomorrow is a better time for you?” the handsome neighbor playfully remarks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m here, I’m here.” Felicity comes rushing out of the house rather frantic. “Don’t kill me now.” “Hey, neighbor!” the persistent guy from next door greets.

It was an angel who came to save me. END Thank you so much for reading! now we are going to start the story of the bad boy in the next door (2), story of Marlon and his wife.

If someone really shouted my name next door, I would have heard it even without recording it. I had to find out who was there. Even if Zach did come back from the dead, I would kill him all over again. I grabbed my crutch and, despite the stabbing pain in my leg, inched toward the door. The corridor outside was dark and narrow, crammed with the neighbors’ junk. It smelled of mold and rotting leftovers. I pressed my ear to the door while holding my breath, straining to catch any sound from the apartment across the hall. There was only silence. It was too quiet.

How could it have been empty? But when I thought about it, I recalled that I had only seen the couple after the sun went down. I had never really checked the apartment next door, except maybe in my dream. I felt my skin crawl. I looked outside. The sun was still out, and I felt a little bold. I could just take a look and see if anyone was really staying there. I could not possibly run into ghosts while it was bright outside, could I? I had heard the wife knocking on my door last night, though. I had also heard the husband hitting his wife.

More than ten hours later, we landed. I went home and slept like I’d been starving for it. When I woke up, I realized the young couple next door had moved out, and new neighbors had moved in. So fast. If I had to guess, the new neighbors were Victor and Julian. And I was right. After that, I ran into them constantly. One evening, I came back from a dinner gathering and saw Victor standing under a streetlight, lonely and thin in the glow. When he saw me, he straightened, forcing a smile. “Grace. You’re back.”

The walls in this apartment building were paper thin. Every night around eleven, I heard him. Ryan. My neighbor next door. The low rumble of his voice, the rhythmic thump of his bed against the shared wall, and the breathy moans of whatever woman he brought home. I lay in my own bed, hand slipping between my legs, imagining it was me he was fucking so hard.

The old lady waved her hand and said impatiently, "I don't know him. I said I don't know him!" She then slammed the door with a bang. Sonnet stood at the front for a while, organized her thoughts, and knocked on the door of the house next door. "Excuse me, do you live next to Tre?" Neighbor nodded and responded, "Yeah. Tre died years ago, though." "I’d be alright even if I can only find his family members, but the old lady next door said that I’m at the wrong place."

Jai was sleeping soundly with Adira in his arms. I nodded, smiling at Ambien, "Yup," "My neighbor." ------------------------------------------------------------- A/N THAT'S IT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE NEIGHBOR IS OFFICIALLY FINISHED I really hope you guys enjoyed this book I sincerely thank every single one of you who even took a chance to read it, whether it was the entire thing or just a chapter, it still means a lot to me 😭😭 It took me a while to finish it clearly 😂