My Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

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.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

“Wow, I look...” “More beautiful than you already were, and you look hot, even hotter than that new guy across from us,” “Guy?” I questioned. “Oh yeah, My bad...that sound from earlier was from furniture being pulled, couldn't see the face but his body was A1, we have a new neighbor” “Oh, aren't you going over to say hello?” I asked. “We, We are going to say hello,” she pulled me from the chair onto my feet. “Let's go,” she added.

I just got home from school and I entered my bedroom, hurriedly putting down my school things on top of my study table. I sat down on my bed with the intention to lay down for a minute before changing my uniform but I was surprised when I saw Yoon Jeonghan talking to someone on the phone. I could see his room perfectly through my window. This guy was my handsome neighbor since my seventh grade. He was at the same school as mine and he was two years ahead of me but that didn't stop me from liking him.

Edward teased. Richard rolled his eyes in exasperation. His patience had run out. "Stop talking. Hurry up and take a shower! I'll be waiting for you in the lobby," Richard said and left without waiting for his friend to respond. Edward and Richard were actually neighbors. Both of them chose the One Hyde Park Penthouse as their residence several years ago. Edward had his reasons for choosing that place. Besides its premium location, the penthouse had fantastic facilities. Equipped with bulletproof glass, secret rooms, and 24-hour security guarded by the specially trained personnel of the British Special Forces, it was the best choice for him, being the son of a conglomerate.

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

It's the same sick feeling I'd had last night when I'd tried so hard not to look at him. Nausea. Nadia is still talking. I catch only fragments. “...and you know how it goes. You're still on house arrest.” I nod as though I've been listening. “Oh, and you have a neighbor.” My attention sharpens. A neighbor? That pulls me out of the dark place. Excitement stirs. A neighbor means someone to talk to. They might even become a friend. Maybe I won't be completely alone here. Nadia soon leaves, and I wander toward the balcony to wait. Then I stop at the sight.

Carina wanted to stand up but I stopped her. "I'll go get it." I said and she nodded, sitting back down." I walked to the door and opened it. My breath got caught in my throat and I saw the last person I was expecting to see. There he was, standing with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. He was wearing a black singlet with jeans, his hair falling gracefully on his eyebrow. He looked at me, his gaze burning. "Hello, neighbor." I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to register what I was seeing. He was my new neighbor?!

I call out the word as the image pushes me over the edge, and I come. When I step out of the bathroom, I glance over at her house. The hot neighbor is sitting on her balcony drinking a glass of wine and reading the newspaper, a pair of glasses perched on the end of her nose and her long legs stretched out in front of her. Who the hell our age reads the newspaper anymore? God, she is such a little nerd. A sexy little nerd just waiting to be defiled. Noah thinks that staying in this neighborhood is going to make me behave? Yeah, right. Behaving is overrated.

His bare feet scuffed on the floorboards into the kitchen where he sluggishly poured a coffee, resting his bare back against the countertop as he took a deep gulp. Scooping up the last of cereal, Kate nodded. “I did. Paloma needed to leave early, so she dropped me home. That was…” she paused, swiping open her phone. “Over an hour ago. Not like you to sleep in.” Colton shrugged. “That fuckwit next door was boning the loudest fucking woman I’ve ever heard. Every time I thought I could drift off, she’d start up again.” “The nerve,” Kate smirked. “I had a neighbor like that once. He was an asshole.