My Neighbor Is Hot Novels & Stories

One of them roared, “Someone dared to mess with our family? They must have a death wish! We’ll make them pay!” Vera nodded furiously. Her eyes brimmed with malice as she shot a glare at my door. Just as they were about to start pounding and causing a ruckus, the door creaked open. Victor leaned against the doorframe. A cigarette dangling from his lips as he sneered. “Wow, don’t you know that your yelling is disturbing the neighbors? I guess your hearing is gone. Better get to a hospital to fix that. And while you’re at it, you might want to get your brains checked. Seems like you’re all in the late stages of brain cancer.”

“A minute of silence will be observed for you, Marina! What the fuck did you call me for that couldn't wait?” My groan filled up my room and I was more than pissed off at that point. “Madam, you will never believe what happened” “Did you call me to guess or what? Why not be direct and just speak?” She scoffed right into my ears on the phone, and I just hissed loudly for her to hear. “Mr Axell brought that neighbor of his into this house and..” “What!!!” I jumped out of bed and walked over to my big window which displayed half of the city to me. The city lights and all that. I lifted the blinds and opened the windows, I needed to inhale the cool breeze.

R-18 I smelled the delicious dish coming from the kitchen and I saw Aunt Eli cooking. Kelsy can you give this to Greg? I cooked a lot and this one is his favorite Kare Kare. Sure Aunt. I said. I went to Greg’s house, Greg are you there? I said. No one is answering, I saw the door was open, so I went in. I was about to go home, When I saw Greg came from the Cr and his body is dripping wet, and he was wearing only a towel.

Brandon. "Ev! Ev! Everett!! Can you fucking stop talking for just a minute there?" I yelled. Thinking talking to Everett would be a consolation for my bad morning was an even worse idea than I expected. "Okay, jeez Brandon. The weather in Finland must be rubbing in on your sour attitude more than anticipated." “Can you just shut up?" He makes a zipping motion with his hands, throwing the invisible key away. "Thank you." “So can you remind me why you even tried to arrest your new neighbor?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

‎ ‎I did, I still did, but he doesn't need to know that. ‎ ‎"Howdy neighbor" he said in his usual funny way. ‎ ‎"Hi Johnny, how's the heat wave treating you?" I asked him, while checking out that fine, tight ass in his jean shorts. ‎ ‎"I've got to tell you, Charlotte, I've never sweated in my entire life the way I did last night" ‎ ‎"Your A.C packed up too?" I asked ‎ ‎"Yup. I'm guessing by the sweat on your brows that yours did too. Tell you what, I'm actually filling up my pool with water, I needed a bit of extra help with this guy" he said pointing to the garden hose he held in his hand.

I was just taking a morning stroll around the service apartment complex I rented and seeing this hunk in human form was intoxicating. The sun was barely up and he was already out here looking like that. He walked towards the apartment which was about a stone's throw from mine and that was when it clicked. This man was my actual neighbour. Oh gosh. My eyes would never get bored as long as I lived here. I preened myself, ran a hand through my hair and walked towards him just as he slid his phone into his pocket. He turned and fixed those sexy eyes on me. That look he gave me just then. I would have stripped out completely if he'd asked me to.

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.

I could make a comment here about hiding things from your spouse, but I guess that would be a little hypocritical. Our neighbor let herself into the backyard, and turned toward the porch at first, then heard the noise from the hot-tub and hesitated a moment before walking our way. "I guess a walk is out of the question," she said with a grin. "Why don't you join us?" Abby told her. She stood there looking at us. Abby had moved back just a bit, no longer stroking me. "C'mon," Abby encouraged, "have a drink, relax, have a smoke. Just take it easy."

*******Step Siblings Heat**** "I'm cold," Soraya announced, as if this was a huge revelation. My younger step sister was always complaining about the temperature. I swear, she came out of the womb shivering. Despite the fact that we lived in Florida, where even the chilliest days were still hot, my step sister was forever freezing. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was sitting on the slate, sectional couch, watching the NBA Finals on the family's immense flatscreen TV. My step sister stood off to the side of the living room, her arms crossed around her chest, like trying to hug the heat into herself.

I know for a fact that once my neighbor’s wife spreads my news, I will be infamous in the hood. Men’s favorite and slutty women’s bitch, but a bad egg regardless. “You look hot!” He chuckles over his cigar. “As hot as red.” I tease back and keep walking. I get a few stares as I walk down. Scratch that, I get so many states that should get me uncomfortable but I'm stupidly horny. A few neighbors and acquaintances waves at me. The others try to block their lover’s view. I can't blame them. Finally, I get to the pizza shop.