Hot Neighbor Obsession Novels & Stories

Then Nadia moved in next door, and everything changed. I still remember that first day—helping her lug those heavy boxes up the stairs, watching her ass in those tight yoga pants every time she bent over, her full tits pressing against her shirt. I knew right then I was in deep trouble. Six months later, the obsession hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s gotten worse. I jerk off in the shower almost every morning thinking about sliding my thick cock into her tight young pussy, imagining how wet she’d get, how she’d moan my name while her married neighbor ruined her for anyone else.

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.”

An unsettling sensation of being observed persisted within my consciousness. The journalist. My encounters with her remained nonexistent while an unsettling feeling persisted within me. What did she want? Which entity dispatched her? Was it Mira? The necessity of Mira's involvement became undeniable. The only possible motivation for anyone to trail my movements was their desire to uncover scandalous information. If she excavated with sufficient depth, abundant quantities of that emerged. An opportunity to ponder it never presented itself within my schedule. A larger issue confronted me today. The return journey of my mother and Alexander reached its conclusion.

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.

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

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