Hot Neighbor Next Door Novels & Stories

Her eyes turned wide, seeing my face, and she looked away. “You didn’t tell me this house had neighbors.” “W-well, Mister Aiden, this is the only house that fits all your needs from two garages to more rooms and security. I’m sure you can overlook neighbors living in such a cozy home. And those are the Millers, I can introduce to them when we—”

I walked into the kitchen with my mother trailing behind me. "Glad you're finally getting to relate." My dad called from behind. I tried not to roll my eyes. If relating meant being locked up in a cupboard then I didn't want to. I entered my room and shut the curtains. The last thing I wanted to see was anything related to the house Nextdoor. As I collapsed on my bed, my eyes caught a simple lemon stick on notes plastered on my window. Curiously, I tiptoed to the window and peeled it off. Instinctively, I raised my eyes to the room opposite mine and saw someone looking at me with an amused expression on his face. It took me some minutes to recognize him.

"Someone's moving in next door?" "Next door! Right next door, dear! Be a good neighbor, won't you?" He winks, oblivious, and turns back to instruct a mover. A nervous flutter starts in my stomach. The peace I have built here is too precious to lose to a noisy or nosy neighbor. I mutter a polite farewell and hurry inside my own house, tossing my purse onto the kitchen counter. I walk to the small table where my grocery list sits. I need to plan dinner. I need to be boring and normal.

I got home but couldn't stop thinking of the lady I met at the mall, who claimed to be my next door neighbor. "Next door neighbor". I murmured to myself How can I have a next door neighbor when I remembered I stayed in an estate with just my order brother, who is this lady and why was are her words ringing in my head.

He was as happy as he could be with that once I promised him. Last month, our next door neighbors moved out. They had been renting the house for the past 2 years. They were finally in a position to buy their own house. We were so happy for them that we threw them a party. We all had a great time, and we even got to meet some of the other neighbors in our neighborhood. The next week they moved out. I figured they would be busy, so I hadn't been bothering them much. Last week a moving van pulled up into the driveway of their house. I watched as they moved all their furniture into the house. I started wondering if they were gay.

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

On top of that, Mom would get mad because my body's not exactly cold tolerant. Fortunately, most of our neighbors have been nice to us since we've been the oldest occupants in the neighborhood. Coupled with the fact that my mom was in the community committee, I could safely say we got some special treatment. Knocking on a random door to ask for some minutes of shelter till the rain stopped wouldn't be a bad idea. Clicking the doorbell, I rubbed my palms together, my teeth chattering, before it dawned on me exactly whose house I was at.

Mena As I approached the familiar doorstep of my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Rodriquez, I could already hear the faint hum of a television set and Natalie's cheerful giggling. I knocked on the door, which swung open, revealing the warm, and welcoming expression of Mrs. Rodriquez. "Hi, Jimena," she greeted, her smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. Mrs. Rodriquez was a kind older lady who lived alone in the apartment next to mine. She was a good person and would often offer to pick up and look after Natalie after school.

There was no response on the other end, just the sound of the call disconnecting. Even though the door in front of me hadn't opened yet, I knew I'd guessed right. A moment later, the door swung open, and there stood Hayden, dressed in gray loungewear. So, my new neighbor was Hayden. So, the past few days, it wasn't like he hadn't been around—he was literally living right across from me. He wasn't pulling late shifts anymore; instead, he was coming here early, staying in that apartment, quietly watching over me. But even though he was just across the hall, he hadn't said a single word to me.

SHAYLE Oh my god. He actually recognized me. The shock hit me as I blinked at him, heat crawling up my neck, and for a moment my tongue glued itself to the roof of my mouth. “Uh… I’m your neighbor,” I stammered out, clearing my throat way too late. “Next door.”