My Neighbor Is Hot Novels & Stories

Chapter – 0005 AIDEN He emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell. I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.” Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”

And because she was such a nosy creature, she even moved closer to the closed gate – putting her ear on the metal to listen to their conversation more. “Who was that?” A hoarse voice asked. It was surely from someone older than her neighbor. “I don’t know. Some random people.” Her neighbor replied. Leila felt offended that he didn’t even remember her name, but his next words made her blood boil. “Just throw these cookies away. I don’t like any of them.” He ruthlessly commanded. She gasped in horror and her eyes widened. Her cookies! “What kind of cookies? Maybe, I can taste it. Just give it to me.” The man with the hoarse voice answered.

My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts. A terrible heat took over my body, and even though I wanted to avoid it by taking a cold shower, I could not. It was stronger than me. When I realized, there I was, once again touching myself and thinking about my hot neighbor. But none of this topped the way he treated me after saving me. I never thought that my pimp neighbor, who throws parties and fills his house with women, would be so helpful that he would not even allow me to get an ice pack to make a lousy compress.

I like looking at it. Something about this neighbourhood is off though. This place is too quiet, too perfect. And the neighbours are… odd. I’ve noticed them. Whenever there’s a delivery, Theo, my neighbour across the street, steps out into his garden with a red watering can. He always wears checkered shorts and screaming yellow or pink shirts. Then there’s the sweet elderly couple with their heel-biter dogs, who take their morning stroll not at 8 a.m., but at 4 a.m., complete with a yorkie in a pram. I suppose the dog is too old to walk.

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said while gasping for breath. I held her hand and took her by the co

' He sat next to her. "What's up?" He tried not to sound too eager. "Okay, I have the theme for our next series. It will be called 'My Annoying Neighbor'. I got the idea from Mr. Northgate. Remember him? That older man who lived next door to us when you were in middle school?" "I remember him. He was creepy. He used to knock on our door all the time. Asking stupid questions about our landscaping and pool."

Thank God, she is wearing jeans. "Ace Carter is my neighbour," I say lazily as if it is the most uninteresting thing I've ever said in my whole life. "What?" Ally squeaks. Riley and I wince. "You heard me," I mumbled. "You mean you have the King of Kings as your neighbour," she says in amazement. "King of Kings?" I echo her in disbelief and watch as she sheepishly smiles. My best friend is insane. "He is the definition of hot," Ally says with a dreamy voice, and I look at Riley for help, but he just shrugs.

I'll have to find an excuse to wear it for him next time he cums - oops, come here. God! I'm so hot I'm almost trembling and it's really time to head for the bedroom. I almost make it when, "ding dong", the doorbell rings! What the Hell?? No one EVER comes to my door except Ted. I almost ignore it, but then figure I better check, just in case. I go look through the peeper. OH FUCKING GOD! It's my neighbor, Bob, the neighborhood stud! Or he would be if his damn wife, Sue, would ever get more than six feet away from him. Actually, she seems like a very nice lady, and now I'm the one being catty, but she knows what she's got, and protects it. I peek again

Especially when they wore glasses and looked like they belonged in a forbidden romance novel. They say the quite one fuck the hardest? Somewhere behind the door across the hall is my hot new neighbor gathering tools. Completely unaware that he had just become the newest mystery I would love to solve.

He was almost as hopeless as his neighbor was, it seemed. —I’ve been watching my neighbor for about a week and a half, and I can’t help but wonder why he’s alone. I’ve told myself a thousand times it’s none of my business, but then again, considering I’ve been spying on him, wondering why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or isn’t married almost seems normal. So why is he alone? He’s gorgeous, I think almost every woman in town tried to get him to look their way and some are still hopeful.