Old Thot Next Door Novels & Stories

“Because you’re the one who put him in a coma, Hera. What happened messed up our work completely! This is what you have to do—unless you want to go to jail?” My father’s words freeze me solid. I can’t speak. The next morning, reality hits me hard: I’m now living with a psychopath next door. A comatose man whose very possibility of waking up fills every part of me with dread. Please, please don’t wake up!

Not full-blown gossip yet. But enough. Enough whispers. Enough looks. Enough comments. Enough that I know this thing has started growing legs. I’m standing by the vending machines when Colt wanders over. One look at his face and I already know I’m not going to enjoy whatever comes out of his mouth. “Yo.” He grins. “Didn’t know you liked thick girls.” Something ugly flashes through me instantly. I slam my drink down harder than intended. “Watch your mouth.” The words come out low.

Olivia moaned loudly, fingers tangling in his silver-streaked hair as he ate her out on his kitchen counter. “Fuck, Mr. Thorne… your tongue feels so good,” she gasped. “My husband never goes down on me like this… and now his older neighbor is eating his wife’s pussy while he’s away on business.” Mr. Thorne sucked harder until she came hard, thighs shaking around his head. He stood up, freed his thick, hard cock, and rubbed the head through her soaked folds. “Tell me you want your older neighbor to fuck you raw while your husband is gone,” he demanded.

What she saw on the other side of the fence almost made her laugh. A little old lady was looking over the white fence. She was barely taller than the fence itself. Her hair was short, frizzy, and all white. She had to be in her early eighties. She was holding a coffee mug. The old woman giggled at A.J.’s attention. “Well, good morning,” Caitlin greeted as she stepped off the porch. “Good morning,” the old woman answered sweetly. “Morning,” A.J. said. Caitlin walked over to the fence. “I take it you’re one of my new neighbors.”

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?”

Emily flashes a fake smile. Confused, Anna straightens her posture and focuses all her attention on Emily. “By the way, when I was on my way in, I bumped against a suspicious-looking guy at the gate. Did you know him?” Emily stands up and heads to the kitchen to get a bowlful of grapes. While on her way out, she explains, “Suspicious-looking? Oh, the one with an expensive car parked outside? He was just a random bloke who sent us an invitation to his cocktail party. I'm not really sure, but I think he now owns the mansion next to our unit.”

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.

Mother was grateful that internet was there, her daughter got a roof over her head without even moving out of the village. The old woman showed her the appartment. "This would be your house from today, unluckily the previous owner just left it that way. You can maintain its cleanliness after all you are a girl." The dusty room made Tina cough severally. She organised herself as she cleaned everything. She came across a personal journal. She thought she should throw it in the bin but thought otherwise. She kept it as she said to herself, "I will give the old lady once she comes back." As she was cleaning the house, she heard weird commotions at her immediate neighbour's house. She became conc

says the narrator. She began to fend off sobs. When her feet were stuck in the carpet, she almost fell. Her friend, the next-door neighbour, walked into the living room after ascending the stairs to the first floor of the house. She ran up to her friend, who was almost crying. "Is everything all right?" she inquired, abruptly interrupting the two. "What's the matter, Leanne?" “Did he cause you any harm?” she remarked, her gaze falling on Mr.Ethel. "No, no, it's nothing," she says. Leanne replied, "He didn't do anything." "Is it true?" says the narrator. Are the security guards keeping an eye on us? “Are you watching us?” Mr. Ethel inquired of his next-door neighbour. She took a long time to

Renato stood a few feet away, one brow raised, already reaching down to catch a rolling can before it hit the gutter. "I've got it." "Clearly." He picked up two more anyway, ignoring my protest entirely. "You know, there's an easier solution to this particular crisis." "Carrying fewer bags?" "Not cooking." He handed the cans back, something warm and teasing in his voice. "There's a place near here. Good food, better than whatever you're planning to burn on your own stove." "I don't burn things." "You strike me as exactly the type who burns things." "You don't know me well enough to say that."