Old Thot Next Door 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.”

' 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."

But now, as he truly considered going through with it, he realized that deep in his heart, Fiona meant more to him than those losses and risks. The next morning, Fiona was awakened by a phone call. She picked up her phone, and the caller ID showed "gossipy old woman." The Gossipy Old Woman was Fiona's old neighbor from her house on Sesame Street. She was the last one remaining there. Every month, Fiona would give the Gossipy Old Woman a thousand dollars to look after the old house. After all these years, the Gossipy Old Woman was calling Fiona for the first time.

"Such a touching mother-and-son bond. How about your boy watches while we have our fun with you?" He ripped my clothes off, leaving my skin bare. Draven shouted at the top of his lungs, "No! Stop!" Kian grinned as he moved toward Draven. "You wanna see your mom's body?" Draven squeezed his eyes shut, but Kian pried them open with his fingers. Right at that moment, the real estate agent showed up. He took one look at what was happening and stepped back in shock, then pulled out his phone to call 911. The tattooed guys saw him and rushed over to grab the phone.

My dog really is one of a kind. I was about to retreat inside when a chorus of moans and breathless whispers drifted over from my only neighbors-a young couple, Junior and Andeng, who lived alone in the cottage next door. "Junior, please! Not now-it's too early. Sasha might hear us!" I froze in place, a groan building in my throat. Here we go again. "Come on, Andeng-you left me hanging last night-" Oh boy. Junior, you're wearing that woman out!

White stone walls, huge glass doors, the kind of pool that screams, yes, we swim here but only in money and touch of pride. I parked my beat-up scooter…aka my mom’s old one that squeaks like a dying raccoon…and took a deep breath. “Deliver food. Don’t die. Don’t embarrass yourself,” I muttered under my breath. Good plan. Foolproof. Except, obviously, it wasn’t.

When I returned to the kitchen, he was standing there shirtless wearing dark coloured jeans and a Toyota logo belt, eating peanut butter straight from the jar with a spoon. "Do you always do that?" I asked. "What?" "Use your mouth like a shovel." “I can use it in other ways too.” He winked. Ew. “That's it. I'm calling the landlord. I can't do this.” I fished out my phone from my pocket. He smirked. "You always this uptight, sweetheart?" "Only around strange men who take their towel off in the hallway." The damn landlord wasn't picking up. Shit! He licked the spoon clean and dropped it into the sink. "You’re going to love living with me."

To get to know my next door neighbor, Stephen Hosea Moore, a man possibly hotter than the sun, and shyer than an otter. How would that work out? I try not to stand too close to the window, in case he was there, I wish he was there, however deranged that sounds, wanting my neighbor to watch me twenty four seven. It is quite unfair that he can see me and I can only guess what he was up to. When I told Lara, he and I were supposed to drink this weekend, she said to make moves before then, so it will be easier, we don’t know if alcohol makes him clam up.

she mutters into her tea. “Did you speak to our neighbor while you were away?” She smiles. “I did actually. We messaged each other every day.” My eyes widen. “Really?” She giggles. “Yeah, but he kind of wrecked it last night.” “Why?” “He sent me a cock shot. Why do guys assume we want to see their junk?” I smile broadly. “Because they’re idiots and they think dicks are pretty.” I shake my head. “Can I see it?” I ask.

It wasn't just a feeling though, it was a fact. I earnestly looked forward to our next meeting, but it never came, or at least not as I had expected. However, two weeks after our first encounter, Ms. Ellen appeared at my parents doorstep with a jar of cookies, and a wide smile, introducing herself as our next door neighbour. And then I knew the world was playing tricks on me.