Hot Neighbour Novels & Stories

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.”

SHAYLE Oh my god. He actually recognized me. The shock hit me as I blinked at him, heat crawling up my neck, and for a moment my tongue glued itself to the roof of my mouth. “Uh… I’m your neighbor,” I stammered out, clearing my throat way too late. “Next door.”

The muffled hum of the city outside, the faint creak of the lobby floor beneath our shoes, even the soft hiss of the elevator closing, it all disappeared. “Morning,” he said. His voice was calm, easy, carrying that familiar warmth that made my chest tighten without warning. “Morning,” I replied, trying to steady my breath as I adjusted my scarf. My hands were cold, my heart inexplicably fast, and I had to remind myself that we were just neighbors. Nothing more. Nothing complicated even though my mind refused to listen. “You’re up early,” he said with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Somewhat,” I admitted. “You too, I suppose.”

Late spring brought unforeseen news that would put the family's adaptation to the test in a whole new way: their long-time neighbours, the elderly Hendersons, announced they were moving to an assisted living facility, leaving them thinking who would purchase the house next door and how new neighbours would affect their established patterns. "The Hendersons have been such amazing neighbours," Grace stated as she watched the moving truck loaded. "I hope whoever moves in next will be equally polite." "Will the new neighbours have kids?" Phoebe asked, quickly thinking about potential playmates.

Chapter 1:Michael dreamed of a date with Lucy Clayton Michael's 'troubles' began when Miss Calvin moved in next door. Michael's father had died several years earlier, and Michael lived with his mother in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The house next door had been empty for several months and it did not take too long for Michael's mother to volunteer him for the task of tidying up Miss Calvin's back yard.

"Last night, Daisy was walking back from the patrol outpost at the edge of the woods." "She took the path behind Pack House, and someone grabbed her from behind — covered her mouth and dragged her into the trees!" Daisy clutched Harold's arm, trembling as she picked up where he left off. "I saw his face while I was fighting back." "It was Koda! He even told me he was the new neighbor who'd just moved in." My gaze settled on Daisy's tear-streaked face, and I cut in without warmth. "How exactly did you identify him as my son?"

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

, I told her as she gasped and began typing on her computer. "Okay sweetie I need you to tell me anything about the property, can you do that?", she asked in a soft tone and I let out a gasping sob, as Daniel's hand moved. "There's a neighbor John, nex-next door, there's a highway right off of this area, it's near a park", I told her as she typed away. "They're on the way, I know you're in pain sweetie, but I need you to tell me what's happened?", she spoke softly as I felt the cabinets coldness keep my heated body cold.

Her fingers shook slightly as she typed back. How did you get my number? The reply came almost immediately. I’ve lived here six months. You moved in three weeks before I started noticing you. Nora let out a nervous breath. That was… strangely reassuring. Not some random creep who’d hacked her phone. Just a neighbor who paid attention. She looked up again. He raised one hand in a small, almost sheepish wave. The first real acknowledgment beyond watching. She waved back, feeling ridiculous and electrified at the same time.