Old Thot Next Door Mga Nobela at Kwento

I just needed to get inside, I needed somewhere to sleep, somewhere safe. I reached the back door and tried the handle, it was locked. “Shit.” I grabbed a flower pot nearby and slammed it against the glass. CRACK. Suddenly a loud voice shouted from next door. “HEY!” I froze. A flashlight blinded my face instantly. An older man stormed out from the neighboring house holding a shotgun. Holy fucking shit. “There’s a thief!” he yelled. My eyes widened. “Wait! No!” Another light switched on. Then another, dogs started barking violently. “I’m not a thief!” I cried out desperately. “I live here!”

Getting out, I dried off and wore my blue jeans and white shirt and checked myself in the mirror one last time. Not bad. Then grabbed my small bag and stepped outside. Just as I started locking the door, loud yelling came from across the hall. Here we go again. Zoey's neighbors were something else. First, the manwhore upstairs who kept bringing different girls home to bang. Now it was some couple downstairs quarrelling, screaming like they were on a reality TV show. The door across from me swung open so hard it hit the wall and an older woman, probably in her late forties, stepped out looking pissed off.

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."

“Mom, mom, Maddy’s not them. Maddy’s not them.” “But she is. You just don’t see it yet. I have a bad feeling about that girl. She’s going to ruin you.” I sighed, exhaling tiredly. I’m already ruined, I thought to myself. But before I could speak aloud, a sudden noise next door interrupted us. I heard the bookie next door going off on someone. “Where’s my fucking money? You’ve got some nerves thinking you can play me!” Next thing I heard was his boots smashing through someone’s ribs. I ran out to see what’s happening.

Then, as the older girl is yelling, a man in a bathrobe comes running out of the apartment next door, calling out his apologies for his daughter scaring me. The first thing I see is a set of perfect abs, and I have a hard time pulling away from the sight. Wow, what a handsome set of abs. My eyes move up from the abs to the eyes of the tall, tanned man. He looks incredibly relaxed and handsome as he stands in front of me, but it takes me about five seconds longer than it should to put it together. I can’t help but gulp as I set down the girl in my arms. My boss…he’s my neighbor?!

"Yes, yes, yes, soldier! A hundred times over, yes!" "Damn boo, for a second there; I thought you were going to strangle me." "Hahaha. I will wait until we are married before I kill you." "Now that is something to look forward to. But can we take this inside? Our new neighbor is giving us a funny eye." I pick her off her feet and carry her into the house. Once inside, I throw her over my shoulder and slap her on her ass "Soldier, what are you doing? Put me down!"

The smell of mothballs hung in the air, and other ungodly scents that littered this place. Alicia mostly spent time at my house due to the fact that her apartment building was full of thugs and people you didn't want to meet walking down the street at night. I stopped at room 505 and knocked loudly. Snores came from the apartment next door. The old man that lived there hardly left his apartment, and never complained about the noise because he could hardly hear himself. When no one answered, I began to tap the toe of my shoe against the breezeway cement. "Alicia!" I said louder, knocking again.

A perfect reminder that she just received the best face fucking by a hunky sadist who happened to be her next-door neighbor. Can that be turned into an editorial? No, definitely not. “You don't get any brownie points as my hostage. We're just getting started, and you've broken most of the contract rules.” He voiced, going over to slip into his pants, tucking himself back in without washing up. Yes, because the remnants of her cum mixed with his was the most tantalizing scent, and he wanted to inhale her pussy scent like coke till it messed with his olfactory senses and he became incapable of perceiving any other smell.

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

I cautiously squinted through the peephole and saw the last face I ever expected to show up at my door. My grumpy, mean, old neighbor from next door. What business does he have? I jumped slightly when he slammed his fist on the door again. With a dramatic sigh, I twisted the knob and opened it. And instantly wrinkled my nose. Not because of him—but because of the god-awful smell. What is that? Did someone just die? “May I help—?” “You rude, dirty little woman!” he bellowed like Gandalf but make it evil. “If you think you can just ruin my whole night with your vomiting racket last night, think again! I couldn’t sleep at all. And now there’s all this construction noise going on in there!”