Hot Next Door Neighbor Novels & Stories

To get to know my next door neighbor, Stephen Hosea Moore, a man possibly hotter than the sun, and shyer than an otter. How would that work out? I try not to stand too close to the window, in case he was there, I wish he was there, however deranged that sounds, wanting my neighbor to watch me twenty four seven. It is quite unfair that he can see me and I can only guess what he was up to. When I told Lara, he and I were supposed to drink this weekend, she said to make moves before then, so it will be easier, we don’t know if alcohol makes him clam up.

Ellen. "Who is she?" I buzzed without enthusiasm. "You don't remember her?" "I wouldn't be asking if I did." "She's that pretty neighbour next door, she also teaches at your school. She was at our house for dad's birthday. You've had your eyes on her for sometime now, I've caught you staring." "Oh," I said weakly. "I don't remember any of those though. Hold on, we did dad's birthday already? How old is he now?"

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.

Maybe one of the neighbors knew someone who could help. I slipped back inside, grabbed my phone and a light cardigan, then stepped out through the front gate. The street was quiet as usual, lined with neat houses and trimmed hedges that made mine look even worse. Mrs. Henderson, my next-door neighbor, was outside watering her flowers. She was in her late fifties, always cheerful, always curious… maybe a little too curious sometimes. “Good morning!” I called, walking over with a small smile. She looked up, smiling back. “Well, hello there, dear! I was wondering when I’d see you again. How are you holding up?”

Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, in a way that had never happened with Dedan before. She could not understand what it was about him that disorganized her. "Hi." he greeted. "My name is Richard Benson, your new neighbor." "What do you want?" "I can't concentrate with the loud music you're playing. Could you please turn it down?" "You're not the only one in the neighborhood." She snapped. "If you don't turn it down, I will be forced to report you for noise pollution." "You won't dare." "Watch me. You have one minute."

"Thanks to my friend Moon, Mom found out. Moon told her just to get a free cake, and now Mom is furious with me. I had to escape, so I came back here." Nicole burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "You're hiding from Mom because of a fake boyfriend?" Ashley playfully rolled her eyes. "You find it funny, but Mom is going to kill me!" Just then, the sound of music drifted through the air, and Ashley's ears perked up. "Has someone new moved in next door?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Nicole grinned mischievously. "Actually, yes. A sexy, hot guy, very handsome."

I keep my plan to keep my hands off her long enough to return to my apartment. We take a moment outside the front door as I find it difficult to get the keys out of my pocket before pressing myself against her back and kissing the nape of her neck. The soft scent of her perfume fills my senses, and all I can think about is removing her clothes. "Are we going inside or are we going to put on a show for your neighbors?" " she inquires.

It marked the day that I, Charlotte Grace, had fallen in love with the boy next door. "Charlie!" my mom yelled from downstairs. "Charlie, come down here!" ''What does she want now?" I thought. I was in the middle of watching Scooby Doo in my room and it was getting into the good part - busting the bad guys. I picked up my remote which was lying beside me on the floor and pressed the mute button. "Why?" I asked, very annoyed by the interruption. She yelled again, "We're going next door to meet our new neighbors, so come down here right now!"

"Stop it, Hendrix, please. I…" Her plea was cut off by loud banging on the wall from the apartment next door. "What the hell are you doing over there? It's the middle of the night! Take your filthy business to a hotel, you shameless dogs!" the neighbor shouted, each insult nastier than the last. Hendrix froze, the sharp edge of his temper flashing across his face. Whatever faint amusement he'd felt moments ago was gone. He turned to look at Noelle. She didn't say a word, just turned and tried to leave the bathroom.

She asked. “It's nicer than I expected. I'm already settled in.” I said, trying to sound vague. Knowing Kayla she’d ask me hundred and one questions about everything. “And?? Any hot neighbors??” She asked. I sighed, failing to keep the blush from my face. "I met one. A guy next door. He helped me carry my boxes. ‎She immediately sits up and zooms into the camera giving me a good view of her forehead. ‎”Wait, give me details. Is he hot? How tall is he? Does he look like someone I could date?”