Hot Neighbor Next Door Novels & Stories

The bed frame knocked against the shared wall the entire time. This afternoon the knock comes just after two. I open the door still in grey sweatpants, no shirt. My neighbour stands there. Mid-thirties, maybe pushing forty, dark hair pulled back loosely, natural face, no heavy makeup. Attractive in a way I couldn’t paint. She lives alone next door. I’ve nodded at her in the hallway a few times. Never more than that. She meets my eyes and doesn’t look away. “I need you to keep it down at night. The walls are thin. I hear everything. It’s a lot for me. I need to sleep too.”

Maybe one of the neighbors knew someone who could help. I slipped back inside, grabbed my phone and a light cardigan, then stepped out through the front gate. The street was quiet as usual, lined with neat houses and trimmed hedges that made mine look even worse. Mrs. Henderson, my next-door neighbor, was outside watering her flowers. She was in her late fifties, always cheerful, always curious… maybe a little too curious sometimes. “Good morning!” I called, walking over with a small smile. She looked up, smiling back. “Well, hello there, dear! I was wondering when I’d see you again. How are you holding up?”

Late spring brought unforeseen news that would put the family's adaptation to the test in a whole new way: their long-time neighbours, the elderly Hendersons, announced they were moving to an assisted living facility, leaving them thinking who would purchase the house next door and how new neighbours would affect their established patterns. "The Hendersons have been such amazing neighbours," Grace stated as she watched the moving truck loaded. "I hope whoever moves in next will be equally polite." "Will the new neighbours have kids?" Phoebe asked, quickly thinking about potential playmates.

I hadn't planned on meeting anyone today, least of all, a stranger at my door. "Hello neighbor, " she said, waving, her voice light and friendly. "I’m Lena, your neighbor. I stay just down the hall. I saw you move in just last week and thought I'd stop by to say hello and maybe introduce myself. I hope I’m not interrupting anything."

I was just taking a morning stroll around the service apartment complex I rented and seeing this hunk in human form was intoxicating. The sun was barely up and he was already out here looking like that. He walked towards the apartment which was about a stone's throw from mine and that was when it clicked. This man was my actual neighbour. Oh gosh. My eyes would never get bored as long as I lived here. I preened myself, ran a hand through my hair and walked towards him just as he slid his phone into his pocket. He turned and fixed those sexy eyes on me. That look he gave me just then. I would have stripped out completely if he'd asked me to.

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Turning onto my street, I immediately spot him. My stomach drops. Because there he is. Standing in his driveway. Just like yesterday. Just like every day. The house next door. The boy next door. The problem next door. For a second, I wonder if he sees me. Then he looks up. And I know he does. Our eyes meet across the distance. Neither of us waves. Neither of us speaks. The silence stretches between us. Strange. Uncomfortable. Different. I break eye contact first. Of course I do.

“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.

my son inputted, coming over to hug me. "I missed you." "I missed you too, daddy." ____________________ Blossom's POV "Hi Blossom. Have you heard the news?" my neighbor asked as I approached my apartment door. "No. What's going on?" I asked her, turning towards her. She lived right across from me. "The building is being sold to some new owners." "What does that say for us?" "Not sure as yet. We'll be noticed sometime next week." "Okay. Thanks for letting me know."

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.