Novel & Cerita Naughty Neighbors Dating

It wasn’t the first time. Her neighbors; four guys in their late twenties just moved in two months ago. Ever since then, every night turned into a soundtrack of groans, dirty talk, and headboard smacks against the shared wall. They were loud, unfiltered, and clearly not the monogamous type. At first, it embarrassed her. Then, it made her curious.

Zack seemed shifty, he shuffled nervously in his seat. You spot Nate glancing over at you, your phone buzzes. (Text conversation. You are italics, Nate is bold.) 'Imagine if he found out we were fake dating.' 'it was one date.' 'The best date ;)' 'don't say anything.' 'okay.' Nate chuckles to himself and walks off, you tuck your phone back into your pocket, you still can't seem to stop thinking about who Zacks prom date was going to be. "You good Liv? You seem zoned out" Tara grabs your attention.

Gabby asked as he settled down on a stool beside the bar, a position that gave him access to the front view of the large room. “You will. I need a drink.” Tyler's voice was gruffly. Gabby disappeared from beside him only to appear a little while later with a glass of whiskey. “The deal,” Tyler mumbled as he took slow gulps of his drink in satisfaction. “Why were you late though? You told me you were on your way about two hours ago.” Gabby grumbled. Clearly, he wasn't going to let that go and Tyler knew that much. “My rude neighbor found a bouquet of black roses right in front of her apartment minutes after she screamed at me to get lost.” Tyler rolled his eyes when he finished speaking.

Tyrell remarked and I couldn't help the heat that rose to my cheeks, it was normal for us to get a house, we were dating after all. From the corner of my eye, Cleo was rolling her eyes, and imitating a puking person until finally our neighbor arrived. "Hello, I'm Annette, but folks call me Ani, you just be our new neighbors, it's nice to meet you." She drew her hands out and shook us one by one. She was all smiles and bubbly, she looked to be in her late twenties. It seemed as though Tyrell was in no mood to be greeting neighbors as he was more focused on getting our things from the car.

A few elderly neighbors sat together under the shade of the maple tree, chatting animatedly. It felt… wholesome. Alive. Exactly what I needed. I scanned the crowd and spotted Mark near the grill, laughing at something one of the neighbors said. He looked relaxed—hands in pockets, posture easy, smile warm and unguarded. Before I could decide whether to walk toward him or mingle elsewhere first, he felt me. I didn’t call his name. I didn’t wave. But he turned—like some quiet instinct pointed him in my direction. Our eyes met across the courtyard.

"You and Ryker, Han? Is that serious now?” Mason asks suspiciously. “You could do so much better,” he mumbles. Jace fills our glasses with wine again. I take a sip, and he immediately pours more into my glass. “Thank you,” I say, smiling softly, and Jace fills it even more. “It’s not that serious, no. The plan is for Nora to date Connor so we can go on double dates,” Hannah replies, bobbing along to “For You” by Liam Payne (ft. Rita Ora).

It should be noted that having both of them trying to accomplish said tasks in Rayan's closet of a bathroom was no easy feat. One thing they missed as they made their way down the hall, was Rayan's neighbor. She'd poked her head out after they'd walked by out of pure curiosity. Not only had she spent the past few days having to listen to her neighbor in heat, but now this? In their defense, they'd tried their very hardest to be quiet. It was just a shame these apartments had such thin walls. She certainly didn't miss the fact that the guy her neighbor was with was wearing scrubs. Dating a medical professional... Some people have all the luck. --------------------

I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons. I'd seen every kind of lunatic imaginable, including the creepy exhibitionist guy, the schizophrenic teenage girl, and the fitness trainer who brought home different muscular men every night. In the beginning, I figured a divorced woman raising a child alone probably had it rough, so I tried to be patient and kept things peaceful. I never expected her to take advantage of people like it was the most normal thing in the world. Everything she said was appalling, and she had absolutely no concept of basic decency. Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before.

“Come, sit. We were just about to have dinner.” She gestured toward the table. “This is Aaron—my boyfriend.” She grinned mischievously. “Guess we already know that part, right?” A small, uneasy laugh escaped all three of them. “Babe,” Nadia continued, turning to Aaron, “this is Dianne—my best friend and my neighbor.” She beamed. “She lives next door.” Aaron smiled faintly. “Nice to officially meet you again… this way.” “Yeah,” Dianne replied. “Nice.”

"You can be sure—if Lena agrees, I'll visit Mr. and Mrs. Lane to make everything official." Lena could feel the pressure closing in on Nate. If she'd known the night would spiral like this, she'd have never brought him over. She'd started dating Nate just for fun—not to end up talking about marriage. But now, it felt like she was accidentally shoving him into a corner. Still, Nate's calm confidence surprised her. Standing his ground in front of Aaron? That took guts. "Uncle Aaron," Lena chimed in, trying to ease the tension, "you're only a year older than me. Stop acting like some strict elder. Nate and I are just dating, okay? No need to rush into meeting parents or talking marriage."