Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

A few minutes later, we arrived at my apartment. It wasn't a huge building, but I'd lived here since I was eight. It was located in a quiet residential district, which was perfect for me. My neighbor was a middle-aged woman who worked from home; we didn't interact much. Her husband used to work at a nearby factory until he retired and passed away. I only met him once during the funeral. ***** I opened the door and walked into the living room. [Welcome back, Mr. Han.] My AI greeted me.

Natalie said. The two returned to Zofi and Natalie’s unit. “Did you forget something?” Zofi asked. “Hey, Zofi. Meet our new neighbor. She’s the one renting Paul’s place,” Natalie. “Hi, Zofi. I’m Nadia,” she said. Zofi also finds their new neighbor pretty and also feels a little insecure. She discreetly checks herself in the body mirror. “I’ll return this later. What time are you getting back from work?” Nadia asked.

As she proceeds to open the door, sounds of running steps approaches and passes in a jiffy. “Did you hear that?” “Yes” Bensjasmin replies and still proceeds to open the door but I held her hand and gave her the "don't go look". She shrugs and matches to her seat. As if on cue, my phone rings and I quickly walk to pick it up. It's my neighbor. “The neighbourhood is not safe. I heard there's an intrusion by some strangers. Be safe” My neighbor, a mother of three children whispers and the call ends immediately.

Her once-rounded belly had shrunk, and her eyes hollowed with sickly pallor. Suddenly, I remembered that long-lost Ragdoll cat. “What are you here for? “Julian must have told you. The apartment next door that he gave you was purchased with marital assets. It’s now been awarded to me. “You have no right to stay there anymore.” Ivy’s eyes no longer held their former superiority or defiance. She knelt before me and pleaded. “Clara, please don’t misunderstand! I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here begging for help!

I would look through the peephole but I'm too short to reach. I pull the door open to find five people on my porch. "Hello. My name is Becca," a short, dark haired woman speaks. She is just beautiful. "This is my husband, Scott and our children. Lisa, Matthew and Brandon. We are the Keaths across the street. It is very nice to meet you. We just came over here to welcome you to the neighbourhood. It is really nice to see a ne--- Damnit, Becca. Your scaring her." Becca speaks but Scott cuts her off. I try not to laugh at the cute little scene. "Would you guys like to come in." I ask politely. They all nod and I move out of the way. I close the door once they are all in and walk them over to th

How did this hallway get even hotter? Focus, Bella. Focus on the fact that this asshole was standing in front of my house. How did he even know my address? His grey eyes stared intently into mine. “I’m not stalking you, butterfly. I’m your new neighbor.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Alex was the new neighbor? Fuck, the universe is actually fucking with me. “What did you say?” I asked, hoping I didn’t hear those words well. A perfectly shaped brow rose, “Did I stutter, neighbor?”

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.

he said a small smile creeping on his lips. “I don’t even know why I’m evening spending my time speaking to you.” She huffed turning around to find Hannah and may but was shocked when all she met was totally strangers. “Good luck in finding your friends and Harley…” he said halfway out of the kitchen. “Try not to rub off your nerd nature on some innocent person.”

I really hope not, those were the best blackberries ever! I was right…the diner was buzzing with news of the new neighbor. It’s some man from California or around there. The men talk about what kind of person would buy a dump like that and all the women talk about if he is single or not…the consensus is he is alone so he must be single…I hope he’s got a big refrigerator…he’ll have enough food to feed an army by the end of the week!-

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.