Hot Neighbors Novels & Stories

Nobody knows how much Lev is willing to pay just to have his peace back. The thing is, he also knows to himself that the peace and quiet that he wanted have become something priceless the moment his new neighbor moved in. Loud music on speaker, shouting on the phone-name it. It seems like that his new neighbor knows everything except for silence. And what could be the worst thing that can come from next door? Sex! Loud moans and all the other sexual sounds! Bed creaking, loud begging, ragged voices and heavy breathing, moans and moans and moans!

Wesley muttered with a scoff. "So, I need all the facts." The reporter didn't miss a beat. "The company's name is Neptune Enterprises, and they're involved in an array of activities. Most notably, they share an unsettling similarity with Glassware, the very company the prime minister is trying to wrest control of. These Neptune Enterprises are literally like a complementary company to Glassware. While Glassware deals with agricultural machinery, these company deals with the same and also some other agricultural equipment."

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

"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."

I looked at Nikki to hear his opinion. “You are the one who will live here, Miss, not me,” Nikki answered. “So, I only have a few neighbors?” I asked. The woman smiled shyly at me before she nodded her head. “I think that’s the disadvantage of this place, Ma’am. The owner only wanted to have four condominiums in this building even though he could double it. The owner prefers a quiet and calm place, Ma’am, so people can relax at this place and enjoy themselves. That's why he put a small lobby here as well as the pool and mini bar on the rooftop. Just like the name of this place, Almost Home, the owner wanted people to feel that this place was almost their home. But the one who lives on the se

I got bored and took a quick stroll around the neighborhood. I live with my family in a 90-square-meter spacious, four- bedroom apartment with a fascinating view of a rose garden in the punch street neighbourhood. Our neighborhood is one of the safest and quietest places because the residents are nice people. The local residents are really friendly and helpful and we have developed long-lasting friendships and get on really well together, although some of them sometimes hold noisy parties and played loud music until it's late at night. In terms of local amenities, it is a great place to live because it is really close to a variety of shops, hypermarkets, restaurants and leisure centres. The

The afternoon is slowly diminishing and the evening is lighting up the size. “Mommy, look at the house. It’s so big,” Noah exclaimed. Charlotte slowly lowered her gaze to the Mansion before her. It’s so bigger occupying half of the street before she could take a proper look at the house, Janet got her attention. “And one more thing I forgot to tell you about this place.” “What is it?” “It’s a high profile place, what do you say a VIP area. Many celebrity doctors, actors are your neighbors. Security is on all twenty-four hours, you can walk in this street freely even in the midnight so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

They chatted the entire way and soon arrived at her home. When Zoey stepped into the elevator, she found workers carrying home appliances, and they happened to get off on the same floor. Only then did Zoey recall her mother telling her that new neighbors were moving in next door. Their neighbors had yet to appear, but they had gradually moved some things over. Zoey was quite curious about them. From what she could tell, they were pretty well off. But why would they choose to move into such a small unit then? That was the only question Zoey wondered about. She wasn't excessively curious, either.

We lived in a modest neighborhood and almost every lot held a house, most built in the eighties, but a few new ones have gone up recently. Moe had renovated the house we lived in when he married Roberta. She kept the flower beds full of annuals and my dad kept the lawn neatly trimmed. It was the sort of neighborhood where people watched out for one another. I noticed one of our neighbors walking their dog and I saw the mail truck coming along from one house to the other. This was normal, but I wasn't feeling normal at all. A horrible evil man was after me and I didn't think I would feel normal ever again.

The owner next door, a private businessman, had suffered losses in the financial crisis last year and had liquidated his properties for cash. Henry finished his soup in one go, glanced at Margret, and said, “Whether there’s movement or not, it’s none of our business. Why do you care?” “How can it not be our business? We should at least know the background of our new neighbors. We live separately, but what if they’re difficult to deal with?” Margret countered, then added, “Besides, now that Lily is pregnant, it wouldn’t be good if they start construction or something.” Henry coughed awkwardly, conceding his wife’s point. After a moment, he asked, “That’s true, but what can we do about it?”