Hot Neighbor Next Door Novels & Stories

I'll have to find an excuse to wear it for him next time he cums - oops, come here. God! I'm so hot I'm almost trembling and it's really time to head for the bedroom. I almost make it when, "ding dong", the doorbell rings! What the Hell?? No one EVER comes to my door except Ted. I almost ignore it, but then figure I better check, just in case. I go look through the peeper. OH FUCKING GOD! It's my neighbor, Bob, the neighborhood stud! Or he would be if his damn wife, Sue, would ever get more than six feet away from him. Actually, she seems like a very nice lady, and now I'm the one being catty, but she knows what she's got, and protects it. I peek again

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.

Over lunch, conversation flowed easily. “So,” she said, smiling at me, “how did you meet my son?” I glanced at Elijah. “Technically… he honked at me in the rain.” Her eyes widened. “Oh?” “He was my neighbor,” I explained. “I was walking home soaked, and he stopped.” Elijah shrugged. “I couldn’t leave her like that.” His mum nodded approvingly. “Good. That’s how a man should be.” She watched us carefully—not judging, just observing.

I drawl, caught off guard. I inspect him quickly from head to toe. He’s handsome, but not in that terrifying, breathtaking way the Thorne brothers are. He doesn't even come close to Odin. He has shaggy brown hair, a soft jawline, and a warm, easy grin. He looks... normal. "I live next door," he says, tilting his head toward the apartment across the hall. “Oh." I blink. The neighbor across the hall hasn't made a peep since I moved in. I didn't even know anyone lived there.

She shrugged and pouted. "My neighbor next door is a stranger, and you're still a stranger to me. It's no different." "Do you also drag your neighbor next door to eat bread with you?" "No, but that's not the point!" "Do you have...like, weird endearments for your neighbor, too?" "Hell no, he's a kind grandpa, he gave me a pack of his baked cookies one time." "Do you know his name, then?" She stopped moving. "No..." "We're different if that's the case, then."

Norris could do better. Ok, Stop... Not my problem. “I heard that hot new transfer is your neighbor.” WHAT?? Has his house address leaked already? “New Transfer?” I am not gonna admit I know him. It will end up with the same signature question. Are you planning to fuck him, too? Not exact words, but something subtle. “Oh, come on! He lives somewhere near the lake. You live there too… Rich people!!” I roll my eyes. There must be hundreds of houses and not everyone there is well off.

And because she was such a nosy creature, she even moved closer to the closed gate – putting her ear on the metal to listen to their conversation more. “Who was that?” A hoarse voice asked. It was surely from someone older than her neighbor. “I don’t know. Some random people.” Her neighbor replied. Leila felt offended that he didn’t even remember her name, but his next words made her blood boil. “Just throw these cookies away. I don’t like any of them.” He ruthlessly commanded. She gasped in horror and her eyes widened. Her cookies! “What kind of cookies? Maybe, I can taste it. Just give it to me.” The man with the hoarse voice answered.

"You've been acting weird ever since you woke up this morning. Is it something I can help with?" He offered me one of those charming smiles of his, which always made me feel better. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. Now was definitely one of those times. "Nathan," I said, my lips twitching upwards, "we have visitors. Someone from our neighborhood just moved in. They're staying upstairs in another unit." "Oh wow," he breathed, looking up at another unit. "They seem nice." I agreed.