Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

"Why hello young man of course we can but would you like some sweet tea or water" "No ma'am I'm good. I was wondering if you could answer some questions for me about your neighbors" "My neighbors? Sure I suppose so." "Thank you. Has anyone moved in in the past week or are there any abandoned buildings around here?" "Well let me think...a nice elderly couple moves into the log cabin about 10 miles from here and there is an abandoned house about 5 miles back down the way you came but I suppose you wouldn't have seen it hidden behind some of the trees that have grown in front of it most people don't see it unless they drive up the back ways."

Third person's POV The following morning, Connor decides that he is going to meet the new neighbor. He is curious about the new neighbor, who only knows the older couple. And the older aunt used to give him cookies and sweets. He hopes his new neighbor is also as friendly. He sneaks out while his mom is still sleeping. He knows she does not sleep much during the week as she always works late, so he leaves her to sleep late on Sundays. Conner knocks on the door and remembers his mother telling him not to talk to strangers. Perhaps he should turn around. What if the neighbor is a serial killer? He did not think about it.

A man who lived four doors down from me back in Venice, a man who I just got to know his name a few days ago despite four years of living across the hall from him, was somehow standing in front of me in Helsinki like the distance between those two facts meant absolutely nothing to him. He stepped inside slowly, unhurried, gaze settling on me with that same infuriating calm I remembered from a bar floor covered in broken glass and blood that hadn't been his. "Small world," he said, like that explained anything at all. I didn't move. Didn't breathe, for a second.

“When I heard construction was starting today, I decided to come see who my new neighbor was going to be. Introduce myself, welcome them to the area, all that friendly business owner stuff.” Natasha laughed and shook her head. “I walked over here expecting some random stranger. And then I saw you getting out of the building and I thought I was losing my mind.” Kira’s eyes widened. “Wait, you said neighbor? You live around here?” “No, just work. I own a restaurant, like two buildings down. That other building facing the next street over.” Natasha pointed toward the corner. “Less than twenty meters from where you’re standing.” “Are you serious?”

Liam jerked his chin at the window. “No way.” Nora did not believe him. It was impossible for someone to climb to the 18th floor unless he had some superpowers. Liam let out a long sigh at how slow she was. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Liam Keaton, your new neighbor.” Nora widened her eyes. “For real?” “When have I ever lied to you? ” Nora recalled that the unit opposite them was currently vacant for a long time. However, she wasn’t aware that it was under sale.

I muttered. “What way?” Natasha asked curiously. “The landlord would have information about his tenants. I can just buy the house and become the landlord,” I suggested. Natasha went to work immediately. She was able to find details about Kelvin’s house on the real estate market but… “The house got a new owner three days ago,” Natasha announced. “Three days? That’s when Kelvin’s neighbor moved in,” I replied, instantly interested. “Can you find the name of the new owner?” “I can but…” Natasha hesitated. “The new owner is Michael Reynolds.”

Marcus guides me to a suburban neighborhood. All the houses look remarkably similar and hold no old-world touches. A newer neighborhood, if I have to guess. I can also assume Conner makes a decent paycheck to be able to afford to live in this location. All the houses are two-story with white picket fences. Marcus texts me the address and adds, “He has a doorbell camera out front, but the back should be clear.” Looking around, it would appear that most of the neighbors are at work. Marcus gets out of his car and I do the same, walking up to him casually.

Nikita blurted out. “Please don't!” I retorted. “What is it about? I know you have been itching to tell me something.” “Was it that obvious?” Nikita reasoned out. A sad giggle escaped my lips, “Why do I feel like I know what you are about to talk about? Tell me it's not about Judas.” “You know that our potato-looking neighbour, a girl, came by his house this morning… looking for him,” Nikita announced, and I rolled my eyes from exhaustion. “He brought another one at dusk.”

It's the same sick feeling I'd had last night when I'd tried so hard not to look at him. Nausea. Nadia is still talking. I catch only fragments. “...and you know how it goes. You're still on house arrest.” I nod as though I've been listening. “Oh, and you have a neighbor.” My attention sharpens. A neighbor? That pulls me out of the dark place. Excitement stirs. A neighbor means someone to talk to. They might even become a friend. Maybe I won't be completely alone here. Nadia soon leaves, and I wander toward the balcony to wait. Then I stop at the sight.

"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.