Guy Next Door Novels & Stories

I would have smiled, probably gone back to the room and kissed the sass out of her if it weren't for the insistent knocking at the door. The person knocking at the door was a strange guy. He was Jade’s next door neighbor as I have seen him over a couple of times, stealing glances at Jade whenever I brought her home. He had a fair and smooth skin, his tuxedo was screaming wealth and his hair was perfectly curled. His shirt wasn’t buttoned up, revealing his bare chest. I stared at him, looking speechless as I saw his hand. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, shining his teeth like someone meeting his lover.

Moments later, at her locker, her two best friends -Becky and Sussy appeared. “Hey, Annie!” Becky chirped. “Why do you look like you’re about to pass out?” Sussy added, laughing. Annie rolled her eyes. “Oh, it’s because of that stupid guy who just moved in next door—” “Oh my gosh, a guy?” Becky gasped. “Ouuu, a cute guy?” Sussy wiggled her eyebrows.

Meeting the Bad Boy Miley’s POV Stepping outside into the balcony to admire the beautiful view I noticed a house that was next to ours. I had no idea that we had a next door neighbor and I hoped they didn’t realize that someone new had already moved in next door. I would hate for them to suddenly try to foster a familiar neighborly type relationship with us. I rested my hands on the railing as I looked closely into the other house noticing a tall looking guy standing shirtless as he played around with his dog. I was yet to see his face but I could make out his height from just looking at his back which looked really great by the way. I heard my name being called out by my mum as I left my ro

I’m 24, with a curvy body that I love showing off when I know no one is watching. I heard the knock on the side gate and swam to the edge and climbed out, water streaming down my body. When I opened the gate, there he was, Mr. Ryan Caldwell, my next-door neighbor. He was 42, tall and powerfully built, with short dark hair, a strong jaw, and those intense blue eyes that always made my stomach flutter when we talked over the fence. He was wearing board shorts and a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and chest. His wife was away on a business trip and I knew that because she had mentioned it last week.

He put on loose gray shorts, without underwear, and went to the front porch to have coffee. He sat in the wooden chair, legs spread, the outline of his thick cock already showing through the fabric. He placed his cup of black coffee on the small table beside him, lit a cigarette, and watched the condominium slowly awaken. Some houses already had their lights on. The neighbor across the street, a man of about sixty, usually went for a walk around seven. The owner of the house on the other side usually opened the window to air it out. The danger was in the air. That's when he heard the gate next door open softly.

I ignore her, crouching down, my fingers still dug in my hair as I bawl my eyes out. “Did something happen to Adrian? He moved out quickly last night,” the neighbor says again. This time her voice is softer. She sounds concerned. If only she knew I can’t form words; neither do I want to. Song I listened to while writing: Next To Me (Jordan Rodrigues)

He said it like a statement, not a question, watching me with the same unbothered calm that made it impossible to tell what he actually wanted from me. "Yes." I made it two steps toward the door before he spoke again. "Don't you think I deserve at least your number?" His voice dropped into something teasing, warm at the edges. "Twice in forty eight hours, and I still don't have a way to check if you made it home in one piece." "I literally live two doors down the hallway." He let out a low chuckle. "Not the same thing." "Feels close enough." "Humor me anyway." "You clearly have resources. You'd figure out if I made it home."

That was when she saw Evan. He was standing outside his house, wearing a dark T-shirt and jeans. He was holding a garden hose in one hand and talking to someone on his phone. When he noticed Grace, he paused. Their eyes met. Grace smiled politely. Evan gave her a small nod. That was how it had always been between them. Just a nod, a smile. Maybe a quick "Hi" whenever they happened to meet near the mailboxes. Evan had been her aunt's neighbour for years. Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings.

Everything about it screamed “neutral new beginning.” But as I unlocked the front door, I heard a familiar voice shout, “Hey, man! Hold the door!” Of course. Cole. My next-door neighbor and social anxiety was scared of this guy. He is blond, overenthusiastic, always in some kind of baseball cap, and extremely allergic to subtlety. He slipped in right behind me, into my own house like he was my roommate. He was holding a takeout container like this was his new routine. “Dinner party for two?” he asked, already stepping into my kitchen and I did nothing to stop him.

“Please help me. He’ll kill me!” My feet move of their own volition, my fingers itching to catch her. Save her from him. But before I can make that mistake, he catches her around her waist, laughing and kissing her neck. His lips move as he whispers something to her that makes her go limp in his arms. He doesn’t even bother to try shielding her naked body from me as he says, “It’s a kink of hers.” His blue eyes drift to the fence. “You…you live next door?”