My Neighbor Is Hot Novels & Stories

See you in a minute. A dark, intoxicating thrill surged through me, washing the pain away and replacing it with the intoxicating rush of power. With shaking, deliberate fingers, I opened a new message to Vera from his account, perfectly mimicking his cold, arrogant syntax: Don't bother coming up. Had a long night, I'm already asleep. I deleted the thread, wiped the logs clean, and tossed the phone back onto the leather seat just as the shower water clicked off. The bathroom handle began to turn.

For once, neither of us rushed inside. “Goodnight, jealous neighbour,” he said. I narrowed my eyes. “Goodnight, delusional neighbour.” He smiled and disappeared into his apartment. I went into mine and shut the door. Three seconds later, there were three knocks against the wall. Knock. Knock. Knock. I stared at it. Then smiled despite myself. And knocked three times back.

Norris could do better. Ok, Stop... Not my problem. “I heard that hot new transfer is your neighbor.” WHAT?? Has his house address leaked already? “New Transfer?” I am not gonna admit I know him. It will end up with the same signature question. Are you planning to fuck him, too? Not exact words, but something subtle. “Oh, come on! He lives somewhere near the lake. You live there too… Rich people!!” I roll my eyes. There must be hundreds of houses and not everyone there is well off.

I do not want my baby to be hurt. I have nice pool chairs next to the pool. I hand Connor his soda and go inside to fetch my book and some snacks for us. I am used to my older neighbors coming outside, and they never used their swimming pool. They hardly come to the back of their yard. I like to sit in the front on the porch, watching the neighbors. I put down the snacks on the table next to my chair. My book slips out of my hand, and I bend to pick it up. My ass is showing to the neighbor's house. I hear a man moan, and I get up fast as I do not want to give my elderly neighbor a stroke. As I turn and look around, I see somebody there. I only see the back door closing. Oops, I hope I did no

Everything is ready for printing tomorrow so I'm free for movie night with my good-looking neighbor. Oh Andy, as a friend I just want to talk to you about him. He's so nice and such a good kisser. My phone rang again. I bit down my smile and answered his video call, not minding my messy hair and oily face. "Hey, Andy!" "Don't hey me. You told me you were single. How could you think of sleeping with your neighbor?! Someone who is on the same level and building as you are!" He yelled crossly. I pouted.

Maybe one of the neighbors knew someone who could help. I slipped back inside, grabbed my phone and a light cardigan, then stepped out through the front gate. The street was quiet as usual, lined with neat houses and trimmed hedges that made mine look even worse. Mrs. Henderson, my next-door neighbor, was outside watering her flowers. She was in her late fifties, always cheerful, always curious… maybe a little too curious sometimes. “Good morning!” I called, walking over with a small smile. She looked up, smiling back. “Well, hello there, dear! I was wondering when I’d see you again. How are you holding up?”

My best friend insisted I get a professional to check the entire place for spy cameras, so I did. Finally, my life resumed normal once more. I started looking for a new lady roommate. This time, I was much more cautious than before. I no longer want another creepy roommate. Late at night, when all was quiet next door, I finally had the night to myself. "That idiot. If he were to watch the video earlier, he would have realized I'm not a woman." Yes. Yours truly, a man.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

"I'll just spend the night here and sleep in his room" I sighed. "Better" I said. My eyes moved to the door, I saw Adele sticking her head outside as if she's peeking at something. "Adele?" I called. "Yes, ma'am?" She turned to us. "What are you doing?" I asked, gesturing towards the door. She laughed and walked closer to us. "We've got a new neighbor" she said excitedly. I frowned, I felt her temperature. "Your temperature is normal, why are you excited about having a new neighbor?"

"What's wrong with me? " Beth looked at Sunny with sincere eyes and said, "Sunny, you are so beautiful. Sometimes I don’t even think you know how beautiful you are, and it bugs me out. " Sunny sat there quietly and twirled her hair around her finger. Beth then continued, "The problem is that you're too darn picky! There’s this really cute neighbor next door. Want to meet him? " Sunny smirked, pulled her hair behind her ear, and said, "I am not picky." I’m just looking for a great love experience. " I would love to meet your neighbor. What’s his name? "