Hot Next Door Neighbor Novels & Stories

I walked into the kitchen with my mother trailing behind me. "Glad you're finally getting to relate." My dad called from behind. I tried not to roll my eyes. If relating meant being locked up in a cupboard then I didn't want to. I entered my room and shut the curtains. The last thing I wanted to see was anything related to the house Nextdoor. As I collapsed on my bed, my eyes caught a simple lemon stick on notes plastered on my window. Curiously, I tiptoed to the window and peeled it off. Instinctively, I raised my eyes to the room opposite mine and saw someone looking at me with an amused expression on his face. It took me some minutes to recognize him.

Joyce asked. “I wish. Or not, he is not my type.” Her smile was bristled when she said the last line. “But he is my next-door neighbor. There, you have it.” She gestured before she turned away from Joyce's stunned look to take a sip of her refilled drink, letting the contents burn down her throat. “Are you talking about the same guy that almost ripped off your blue dress? The one you spent millions on?” Joyce sounded incredulous. “Yes, Joyce, yes.” She gritted out.

She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors. Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one. Eight. Nine. She swallowed hard. Ten. When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack. At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

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.

“I notice everything about you, Blue.” I swallowed hard. Family dinners had taught me plenty—she hated steak like my mum, preferred mashed potatoes over spaghetti, loved that weird green matcha drink, hated coffee, and preferred tea. It was pathetic how much I remembered. She went still. Like I’d said something dangerous. I touched the glass, and the fish swarmed immediately. “How you like your tea,” I continued lightly. “Hate the neighbor next door. How you got depressed when you lost your necklace—” I shook my head, laughing softly. She was a weird little thing.

Mira said laughing "we got new neighbors Hun" Mrs Katie said just before Mr Dennis shut the door leading to his room upstairs. "new what?" Mira said then run to open the door ,she stared at the house the neighbors were moving into ,she saw the handsome young man helping his mum carry heavy stuffs inside ,he was shirtless maybe because of the heat,she wondered. He came close to the car boot and his eyes met with that of Mira who quickly turned away and fell to the ground because she wasn't looking at where she was going.

he showed me a thumbs up and smile awkwardly, he picked up the bouquet and I also helped him. We went out and I told him to smile, I rang the doorbell of her apartment. She opened it in no time like she was waiting for us. As she opened it, Nathan bro and I said in on the same time, " Good morning, we are your new neighbors." and we removed the flower bouquet from the front of our faces but in return, she spits water on us which she was drinking and shut the door on our faces. We wiped our faces with our hands, " Is she crazy, what kind of person do this to their new neighbors?" Nathan Hyung looks at me with his smile but I know it's the smile which he gives whenever he is pissed off by some