Hot Neighbor Obsession Novels & Stories

Neil confirmed. "Yes," said George. “Oh my God, why are you like that?” “I don't know, I don't know either. Maybe it's because I have one-sided love for Monic that I'm like this." “Hey, man, there's a fine line between love and obsession. I don't think you love Monic, but you're just obsessed with her." "I don't know, I don't know either." George went back to smoking his nicotine, while Neil went back to drinking vodka.

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

I breathe in her scent. “Have you eaten? Those monsters didn’t feed you right?” She pulls back, turns me around to check my body. “I’m fine Nonna.” I laugh. “How are you? How did you sleep?” “Good enough for a hospital. Drop that phone, young man.” She scolds Nick. “You spend too much time on your screen and it has affected your eye. That’s why you couldn’t see the bullet coming your way.” “Nonna! That’s not fair.” Nick pouts. “Besides, you know I don’t like looking at the TV. If I was back in the estate, at least I will busy in the garden or working in the stables.”

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.

Otherwise she refused to believe he'd gone inside after condescending manner in which he had just treated her like she was invincible. Coughing a sharp laugh, she ruffled her hair in disbelief when there was no sign of him coming out, and then she stormed off to her apartment and slammed the door twice as hard. Saying she was offended by his insolence was lightly speaking. When she found herself calling Evelyn for the hundredth time to complain about the new guy, she knew she'd turned officially traumatized. “I knew it. You've become obsessed with this new neighbor of yours. Tell me, is he hot?” Evelyn asked teasingly over the phone, and Ciara's eyes rolled as she placed her plate of pasta i

Two Moving to the uptown of Chicago had never really been the plan for Nico. But just 72 hours after he moved, he was beginning to see it in a different light. Maybe moving wasn’t so bad, after all. Probably be a fun experience. He’d had this thought the moment he saw his next-door neighbor. The hot professor with the glaring eyes and perpetual, somehow captivating frown. As a perpetually inquisitive person, Nico’s interest had been piqued after the good shoulder he received from the hot neighbor.

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

"And I was like... why are you so obsessed with me? "Sow Joseph, biting with a certain savagery the meat pudding on his plate. "And he said he was only fulfilling his role as a good neighbor and member of the neighborhood surveillance, but I still think he exaggerated in the matter of wanting to impose a fine on me because of my cat's addiction to going through trash cans. If everyone avoided putting food in the trash, that wouldn't happen. Am it my fault that my cat has a good sense of smell?”

Almost. With my workout playlist screaming in my ears and my feet pounding the treadmill I start going over the weekend and how much has changed in a few days. I am glad mum got to meet Connor and they seemed to really get along which is a relief. In fact Connor seems to get along with everyone he meets. It’s probably because he is such a lovely person, I mean he even let me stay here. I then start to think about why I am staying here, the note, the pictures, my front door off its hinges and the camera. The last part makes me want to vomit everytime I think about it. Who is doing this? Who could possibly hate me that much? I try and keep my head down and not involve myself in any…. Daisy? Su

He was observant enough to notice something funny about me. “Birthday yesterday? You mean Nex? Single mom with different-colored eyes?” I became puzzled by the question asked. “You know Nex?” “We’re neighbors. Right next door to each other,” he answered. “If she has a friend like you with her, I guess it will help make things easy on her.” “What do you mean by that?”