My Hot Neighbor Novels & Stories

"This relationship is starting to feel like it comes with a cost I didn't fully sign up for. Not just money anymore, but exposure, scrutiny, people crawling out of the woodwork to see what they can take from the fact that I'm connected to you now." The words hung heavy in the room, and for a moment neither of them spoke, the fragile optimism from the morning's article giving way to something more uncertain, the accumulated pressure of weeks finally cracking through the surface of their relationship in a way that felt different from every argument or scare that had come before it. "Are you saying you regret this?" Nathaniel asked quietly, real fear threading through the question. Everly opene

She says and I nod. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you need such a big house for one person?" She asks and I chuckle. "My parents are divorced and prefer not to have any contact with one another. I also have many cousins who would constantly be staying over. That I am sure of." I say and she laughs and the loud roar of an engine sounds down the street. We both turn to look at where the sound is coming from and I see a guy on a motorcycle coming up the street. He stops at the house next to mine, at the end of the street and removes his helmet.

"Aah good morning beautiful ladies. Natalia care to enlighten me who is this beautiful woman?"While his eyes were trained on me. "Uh..h M..My bestfriend Zita.Zita this is my neighbour Etienne Martin." "Nice to meet you " Zita said "The pleasure is all mine." "Need any help ladies?" "Uh..no,we can manage".I stuttered. "Sure...Have a good day both of you." "That hot piece of ass is your neighbour?"exclaimed Zita.I sighed.

I was hanging outside in my backyard one day bbqing myself a burger (I live alone). And the neighbor came over and starting talking with me, hanging out a bit. He lives with his parents in a duplex attached to mine. He's pretty cute, he's not like a femboy but definitely could be if he wanted, he's got messy light brown hair that's kinda long, short, skinny and an amazing ass. I offered him food, he said no he's gotta go home.

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.

I close the door and walk towards the entrance. “Look over there! It’s little Amber. Is she trying to get her friend’s money?” A voice spoke. A neighbor who lives one floor below me. “Shut up. You don’t know me. Go buy some cats and get a life. Stop bothering me,” I yell at her as I stomp my way in. In Front of my apartment door, a small bag filled with oranges. The only neighbor I like out of all the compound. I smile and walk to the door beside mine. I knock on the door as I hear small thumps coming from the inside.

I requested softly, the truth of my discomfort evident. He nodded in understanding, but just as I was about to leave his office, he added. "I won't place this incident on your permanent record, considering your excellent academic performance." I expressed my gratitude and exited his office. After a two-hour drive, I finally arrived home. My neighbor, Mrs. Lance, greeted me at her door with a bright smile, although her eyes held unspoken questions. Once inside, I felt no appetite, yet hunger gnawed at me. I quickly made a sandwich and poured myself a glass of juice. After a few bites, I decided to head upstairs.

It is my only true companion. Wrapped in a silk robe, barefoot on the immense Persian rug, I have allowed myself the luxury of idleness. Facing the French windows open onto the terrace, I hear only the distant rustle of cypress trees and the song of a lingering bird. No laughter of friends, no sound of shared life. There have never been friends here. Only silent employees, fearful associates, and this immense void that neither money nor power has ever managed to fill.

As she proceeds to open the door, sounds of running steps approaches and passes in a jiffy. “Did you hear that?” “Yes” Bensjasmin replies and still proceeds to open the door but I held her hand and gave her the "don't go look". She shrugs and matches to her seat. As if on cue, my phone rings and I quickly walk to pick it up. It's my neighbor. “The neighbourhood is not safe. I heard there's an intrusion by some strangers. Be safe” My neighbor, a mother of three children whispers and the call ends immediately.

They didn't sleep around or act crazy. When the neighbors found out what happened to me, they rallied together and organized a fundraiser for me. I didn't have to work three jobs anymore. I slowly learned that real safety didn't come from guns or locked doors. It came from people looking out for each other. In the new neighborhood, Draven made a lot of good friends. He grew brighter and more cheerful every day. The smile came back to his face. As he got better, so did I. What Rina did to us became a wake-up call, a reminder to always hold onto your values and not throw yourself into relationships with just anyone.