Horny Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

I bet she would make a great interrogator. Both my phone and Camerin’s went off at the same time. We each took our calls, but when we finished, he was smiling and I was not. I hit my desk with my fist and exclaimed, “I doubled my offer, but she turned it down again!” “Sherry just called.” Camerin reported, “Our two neighbors are not a couple, just friends. The guy is leaving tomorrow, leaving the niece of the old lady at the house alone.” He thought for a moment. “We could let her see more wolves - maybe she’ll get scared, change her mind, and accept the bid on the property.“

"I don't really feel like going to school anymore." "Weren't you the one who told me not to cut my classes yesterday?" "That was then, and this is now. Come on. It'll be fun." I eventually agreed. To be honest, it's not that I don't trust Crimson. Well, it kinda is, but I mean it's just weird for him to just invite me to his house like this. Just like my situation with White, we barely know each other. Don't they have any sense of danger? Surprisingly, Crimson's house was just really near that park. It was a simple apartment complex. We opened the door to his apartment, when suddenly, something jumped towards me.

How he owns a building with 4 floors still baffles me. "Now be good, your next-door neighbor doesn't like loud people" My new landlord slurred. I assumed my neighbor was an old lady or perhaps an old man, perfect. The thought that I won't probably have to deal with an annoying neighbor when I've got problems of my own pleased me greatly. It's not like I had horrible neighbors while at Connecticut, I in fact made a couple of friends but not before going all out with most of them. An episode I don't want to talk about.

It was still early, and no one was outside. This entire neighborhood can suck it. Why is everything so generic? Red brick, fences, the same people in every house, the only difference their age. I’m sure they all love the fact that the boy next door is a freak of nature. It’s a wonder they haven’t run my family out because of me. I suppose they figure I’ll graduate soon enough, and then it’ll only be my upstanding parents. Better than a foreigner moving in, right? The Loft’s moved in a few years prior, but before the deal closed, each time the house showed, the neighbors peered from their windows as if on the lookout for the Four Horsemen. Jeff now understood why. It’s ridiculous how long it

"I don't want whatever you're selling, and I've already found Jesus. Now, get off my porch." Famallumi turned to Rhychard to say something, but the Warrior held his hand up to silence him. "We're not selling anything, and we're not the religious type. I was hoping you could tell me something about the men who live next door. My brother's roommate was killed yesterday." The man glanced over at Karl's house, shaking his head. "People get themselves killed in the Bottoms all the time. Your brother's lucky it wasn't him." "Any idea who killed the roommate?"

Otherwise, just looking at you people will ruin my health! "Since we're neighbors, let's forget the money. All you need to do is come over every day and prostrate at my door, wishing me a long life. That's the only way I'll let you all survive living across from me!" Nicole's family almost lost it. They spammed the group with insults like "vixen" and "tramp" and sent both voice messages and long texts, as if I'd dug up their family's graves. But I didn't care what they were sending. I just replied with a "Wow, so impressive" meme.

Students nearby started paying attention. Wonderful. Through my headphones, I heard Sophie gasp. “Ohhhhh this is toxic.” I muted her before she could make things worse. Noah leaned back slightly. “What exactly is your problem?” Beckett laughed once. The sound wasn’t amused. It was mean. Sharp. “My problem is you flirting with my neighbor to get chemistry answers.” My face immediately caught fire. Noah stared at him. “I literally asked about homework.” “Sure.” Something inside me snapped. Because are you kidding me?

I continued, "He's standing right in front of me. Want to ask him yourself?" Adrian finally reached over and grabbed the phone. I didn't flinch. He killed the call, and the only sound left in the living room was the hum of the refrigerator. I looked at him. "Who's Vivi?" Adrian's Adam's apple bobbed. "A neighbor." "Which neighbor?" "The one who just moved in downstairs." "A new neighbor. Why did she ask if you’d go read to her tonight?" Adrian frowned. "Serena, can you not talk to me like you're interrogating a suspect?"

She even had the nerve to appeal to our neighborly relationship for mercy. Harold had abandoned every shred of the bravado he'd displayed in front of Alpha. Head bowed, shoulders hunched, he pleaded in a humiliated voice that this was all just a terrible misunderstanding. He told me we were neighbors, after all — we'd be seeing each other every day. No need to make things ugly. I watched their shabby performance with complete indifference. When they saw I wasn't going to let it go, Daisy changed tactics. She tried to play the victim card, hoping to win sympathy from the crowd.

Dangerous. No one else was outside. All the houses were dark. Everyone was asleep. I had no destination. I couldn’t go back. Not with someone following me. Then I remembered Malone. Yes! I was going to see my son and Ken's house is just around the corner. I walked faster, heart racing. Then a coin rolled and stopped right at my feet, like it had been tossed from somewhere close. I looked around. Nothing. And then I remembered those stories, of shape-shifters, beasts, wolves, vampires. It scared the hell out of me.