Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

we said at the same time,we finally looked up at each other. Oh, no, it’s the guy next door, he’s attending this college? 😍 Alexander’s P.o.v😍 I looked up at the person i bumped and it was my neighbor but she had a different color of eyes. “Why are you starring at me like that?” She asked as she packed her books. I tried to help her but she smacked my hand off. “Am just trying to help you” “I don’t need your help, it’s bad enough that you are blind” She said and stood up.

I was hanging outside in my backyard one day bbqing myself a burger (I live alone). And the neighbor came over and starting talking with me, hanging out a bit. He lives with his parents in a duplex attached to mine. He's pretty cute, he's not like a femboy but definitely could be if he wanted, he's got messy light brown hair that's kinda long, short, skinny and an amazing ass. I offered him food, he said no he's gotta go home.

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

Her fingers shook slightly as she typed back. How did you get my number? The reply came almost immediately. I’ve lived here six months. You moved in three weeks before I started noticing you. Nora let out a nervous breath. That was… strangely reassuring. Not some random creep who’d hacked her phone. Just a neighbor who paid attention. She looked up again. He raised one hand in a small, almost sheepish wave. The first real acknowledgment beyond watching. She waved back, feeling ridiculous and electrified at the same time.

While Max gave Henry his curious stare. Andrew, who could guess where this might lead, rolled his eyes and leaned back to the sofa. Henry threw a sharp stare at Andrew as if challenging him to tell his side of the story first before Henry spilled his secret. When Andrew said nothing, Henry smiled slyly. ‘You’re going to regret it.’ He told Andrew that with his wicked gaze. Henry cleared his throat as if he was stating something important. “Have you ever heard of the term neighbor?” He continued after Evan and Max’ furrow became deeper. “Apparently, it’s a new term for a secret relationship.”

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."

he asked, his voice full of concern. We spent the next few minutes talking about the lawsuit. I updated him on the latest developments, the stress I was under, and the kids' reaction to everything. He listened intently, offering words of comfort and support. We also chatted about his job and the exciting things happening at Paris Fashion Week. "I also wanted to tell you about the new neighbors," I said, stirring a pot on the stove. "The Morris family moved in next door. They seem nice, and they have kids around Zenith and Zendaya’s age."

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.

A man in black walked out from the house opposite mine and collected the car keys from Axell. “Welcome, sir. I will take the car inside” He got into the car and drove into the apartment opposite mine. Okay, what the fuck is going on? “I guess we are neighbors, Miss Avery. Feels good, right?”

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.