Dating Your Neighbor Novels & Stories

Ariana couldn't help but wonder, "Knocking on his door in the middle of the night? And he'll show up whenever I call? What is he really up to?" With that, Spencer handed her the fruit he was holding. "We'll be neighbors from now on. They say a close neighbor is better than a distant relative. Let's look out for each other." Ariana didn't take it. Spencer added, "You're not the only one. I prepared some for the other neighbors as well."

“Here. Eat before Mom starts forcing seconds on everyone.” “Thanks.” I took a bite. Juicy, smoky, perfect. Mom appeared next to us, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Bella, come meet the new neighbors. They just moved in down the street.” I followed her to a nice couple in their forties. We chatted about the neighborhood, schools, how rainy Seattle winters really were. Polite stuff. Easy. The whole time, though, my eyes kept drifting. Scanning the yard. Looking for one person.

Pretty name, I wrote mine. Tyler. Nice to officially meet you, neighbor. We stood there for a minute, writing back and forth like two idiots separated by glass and thirty feet of night air. She told me she’d moved in three months ago but worked from home and rarely left the building. I told her I’d lived here two years and still didn’t know most of my neighbors. The conversation flowed easier than it should have for two strangers who had just met under the most awkward circumstances possible. Then she wrote something that made my pulse jump.

Hot guys in most movies tended to be serial killers and though it was silly to compare a movie to a real life situation, I couldn't be too careful. When we reached the front yard, we found lots of other female neighbors leaving who had also come to welcome the new neighbor. So I knew if I didn't play my cards right this whole plan would go down the drain. I put on my best smile and knocked on the door. The new neighbor opened it almost immediately and I could see from the bored expression on his face that he didn't appreciate the visitors he was getting. This would be harder than I thought. "Hello there," I said sweetly, "I'm Melissa and this is my friend Rachel. We live just next door."

While the master and his slave, or the service girl and the client, were doing whatever they desired to do with each other, the creepy neighbor next to Denny's house has been checking when Denny would come out of his home and was planning on "accidentally bumping" into him.

Planting kisses on her broken camera, she rubbed on the screen like it was a genie lamp as she peeked through the curtains for the umpteenth time only to discover her next-door neighbor had left his window open. “Shit.” She mouthed, hurrying over to her bedroom to ransack through her wardrobe till she found a pair of baggy pants and an oversized hoodie to wriggle into. From her years of experience in the field, she knew how to detect people's motives and strategies, and judging from the naivety of the rest of her neighbors on the block, they'd probably conclude the new guy was home. Definitely not her. She rushed out of her apartment, clutching her backup camera beneath her armpit till she g

I go and stand next to her at the window and look out to see what, exactly, she is looking at. A handsome blonde man is working on the fence. I look at her and raise my eyebrows. “And who is he?” “He’s our new neighbor.” “Is he?” We both watch him through the window. “And what is our new neighbor’s name?” I ask. “Elliot.” “Elliot,” I repeat. “And where did you meet Elliot?” “At the park,” Owie interrupts. “Owie, eat your breakfast,” Jenna replies. My mouth drops open. “You’re going to the park to meet neighbors now?”

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

he asked eagerly. "No, it's not for you, it's for our front door neighbor." I shook my head in denial and answered. "Why?" he raised his eyebrows and asked me. "Agh! bro I'm really disappointed with you, don't you know we should greet our neighbors in case we might need their help in the future." "Ohh! great idea, let's go and greet them.". he showed me a thumbs up and smile awkwardly, he picked up the bouquet and I also helped him.

I sternly said to my sister. “Promise, is it a she that bothering you right now? “Yeah, sort of, when I came to Ohio I met Bettany, my neighbor, and at the same time my employee. That time Jeff is still not around and I’m still clueless about the place. Bettany and I will become friends and I felt much more comfortable with her. Sometimes I smiled thinking about her that I didn’t even realize it. It’s my first time again to feel so alive inside and it scared me off”.