Hottie Next Door Novels & Stories

Kendra watched her, sipped her water, then watched her some more. "Go on get on with it," Chloe said when Kendra didn't say anything. "Get on with what?" Kendra asked. "The twenty-one questions regarding why Detective Hottie was not only in my house but deep in my house," Chloe said, referring to him being in the bedroom. "Was he deep in your house?" Kendra asked. "Well, no. Thanks to you we didn't get that far." Chloe sighed. "Saved by the bell you could say." "Why do you seem relieved by that?"

I know you miss me, so just know that I will see you there today as well. Me- Hey .You didn't tell me your name was Captain Hottie?! He sends back a message instantly. captain hottie- What?! I found an opportunity to do something fun and I wouldn't pass this for life. What do you want me to rather do? Also, you can always change it and prove you are a bore ;). Me- I will take that as a challenge, so I am not going to change it. FOR NOW. But I am NOT a bore. I find myself quite entertaining .

" I would love to meet your neighbor. What’s his name? " Beth replied, "Well, his name is Toby Bennett , and he’s really sweet but also quite the hillbilly. But the cutest hillbilly I’ve ever seen! " Let's go over and say hello! " __ The two girls walked over to Toby’s house and knocked on the door. The house was an old, raggedy farmhouse. It had a porch with a rocking chair on it and a rusty old truck parked in the driveway. As they waited for Toby to answer the door, Sunny couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity. She wondered what kind of person Toby would be with his sweet yet hillbilly reputation that Beth spoke of. Would he have a thick Southern accent? Would he be wear

I stare at the screen for a second. How do I even explain this? How do I explain that my mother just informed me I’ll be living next door with the boy who makes my life miserable? How do I explain that said boy showed up at my bedroom window five hours later asking for a favor? How do I explain my life without sounding completely insane? Ella: I have to stay next door for two weeks. The typing bubble disappears. Then reappears. Then disappears again. Finally: Lila: …with HIM??

“I don’t even have his number.” “I can find out. Let me call Dion. She’ll tell me.” She offered. “Siri call…” She started to give a voice command when an incoming call cut her off from a contact called Hottie. “Hottie?” I furrowed my brow. She blushed a little. “I gave up keeping his contact as his name. He always changes.” She sighed, answering the call. “Yes, Kevin?” “Hey, Bumbles. How’d it go with your new client?” A man questioned.

“What?” Jake walked over to the window. Looked outside. Then started laughing. “Oh, this is incredible.” I didn’t move. Didn’t need to. Because I already knew. Somehow I already knew. Marcus joined him. Then Tyler. Three grown men crowded around a kitchen window like neighborhood grandmothers. “Wow.” “She’s cute.” “Way cuter than you deserve.” I groaned. Then, despite my better judgment, looked. And there she was. Standing on the porch next door.

Then he spotted Julia, he stopped and just seemed surprised. Even I was confused as to how he looked astonished when he looked down, and why he acted that way. "What happened to you, bro?" I asked as soon as I glanced, I can see my hand was still holding hers. I reverted it immediately because I was uncomfortable and didn't want my friend Derek Jones to think something else. "Anyway, this is Julia Avery," I said, "She's our new next-door neighbor. Julia, this is my friend, Derek Jones," I said as I gazed towards her.

Tina boarded a motorcycle leaving her admirer behind as he watched every shake of her curvaceous butt. Without saying a word he touched his cheek as he saw her vanishing. He cursed from inside that she didn't stop to talk to him. With no time, Tina found herself at the gates of the media company. A black Mercedes sprinter was coming out of the gate. It stopped right in front of her. To her surprise it was her Idol Moha who lowered the car's window. Tina wanted to jump but to her surprise Moha called her by her name.

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?"

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?”