Hottie Next Door Novels & Stories

The house was filled with the clink of wine glasses, the scent of overcooked pasta, and the sound of too-loud laughter. I tried to stay upstairs, but she called me down just before dessert. That’s when I saw him. Jace. Standing in the kitchen in black jeans, a dark gray tee, hair still wet from a shower. He hadn’t shaved. He looked unfairly hot for someone pretending I didn’t exist. And worse—he looked perfectly fine. I, on the other hand, was unraveling. He glanced up once. Met my eyes. Then looked away. A stab to the chest. “Chelsea!” one of my mom’s friends called from the table. “Come sit with us!”

I would have stripped out completely if he'd asked me to. I let out a sharp breath. "Hi. My name is Arielle. I just moved in recently." I stretched out my hand. He looked me over for an awkward moment. Like I was mildly interesting at best. "Okay." Was that it? Just okay? He hadn't even taken my hand. I put it down slowly. "You haven't told me your name. We're neighbours." "Victor." He was already turning away. "If you'll excuse me, I have something important to attend to."

Be the friendly neighbor. "Hey, I'm Damon from next door. Welcome to the neighborhood." Simple, right? But my mind spiraled. What if I touched her? Just a handshake, but my hand lingered on her soft skin, sliding up her arm, pulling her close. What if I backed her against the car, push that dress up her thighs, and feel the heat radiating from her pussy. What if I bent her over the hood, right there in broad daylight, yank her panties aside—if she was even wearing any—and slammed into her?

What happens when the new hot guy expected at her school is actually her neighbor next door? Noah King, a handsome, egoistic, hot bad boy transfer to a new school and state far from home only to find out that the popular actress was his neighbor next door. The both of them both have their scars and secrets. With all the secrets in the open, will they be able to become more than just neighbors? Find out in this story of love, betrayal, heartbreak, secrets and friendship.

The last person I saw her with was a girl - Genna. I looked up Genna on every social media platform then I found her account on I*******m. I also found her address. I ran outside my house and entered my car, driving to the address. * * * I got there and pressed the doorbell button. "I'm coming" I heard a voice. She opened the door and shouted to someone inside. "Don't add any more salt, It doesn't need anymore" "I know how to cook" I heard a male's voice inside her house.

"Stay until you enter the room. For you, I wanted something special. The card is slid by him. Jason unlocks the door and moves aside when the light turns green so I can enter. And it's stunning. The room's center is occupied by a comfortable king-size bed. There is a hot tub by a large window on the opposite side. The TV is hung on the wall, and the room looks far more upscale than any place I've ever stayed. It's astounding. Thank you, Red. Jason performs the Edwarde as I kick off my shoes. We have a conversation about pottery and our favorite movies while seated in the middle of the bed. He pays attention when I talk about Mom, inquires about school, and expresses his regret at being homes

“Excuse me? And you’re just telling me now? Spill everything!” I sighed, trying to figure out where to begin. “His name is Evan. He lives next door to my aunt. We met on New Year’s Day when I was, uh… going to get water because the house ran out.” Rachel laughed. “Romantic. So, what’s he like?” “Honestly? He’s… different. He’s confident but not arrogant, and he has this way of making everything feel significant, you know? Like when he talks, it’s like he sees right through you.”

Yoon and Karen before exiting the gate and hopped into Jeonghan's car. The moment he climbed in, I pulled him and slammed my lips against his. We kissed, tongues tangling, lips mashing, hands roaming. It was sensual and sultry, his fingers inching up my bare thighs, getting closer and closer to the spot between my legs aching for him. I yanked his silk, button-up shirt out of his pants. My hands slid under, felt the soft, smooth skin of his stomach and up to his chest. 'Let's finish this at home." He huskily breathed against my lips.

Lincoln I scan my phone contacts looking for a badge bunny. I’m sitting on my couch with my feet kicked up on the coffee table, beer resting on the table within reach. It’s a little after five in the evening and I’ve been home for an hour. This is what my life’s come to. I want a steady relationship and my next door neighbor has me so horny I’m sinking just about as low as I can go. My conviction to settle down and have the two point four children is out the window. I need to get my rocks off.

It was an angel who came to save me. END Thank you so much for reading! now we are going to start the story of the bad boy in the next door (2), story of Marlon and his wife.