Old Thot Next Door Novels & Stories

Hunter left the table, leaving us in the middle of breakfast and locked himself in his bedroom. Great! It was all I needed to start a perfect day, Connor remembering Jessica’s death because of Hunter’s blunder and me fucking everything up, throwing on my younger brother’s face the guilt he wanted to forget. At the police station, Mrs. Thumberlind waited to make a few more complains, I sincerely am not in the mood to get in the middle of the neighbor fight. Mrs. Thumberlind and Mrs. Ommam have been neighbors for over 30 years and at least once a week they come to complain at the station for the most ridiculous reasons, from noise excess to the vague feeling of macabre voodoo rituals.

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I yell. The neighbor who lives next door opens her apartment door and mad at me “Hey young lady… what time is it!” The old lady says. I walk closer to her in dismay “I’m so sorry Mam… I’m looking for my friend who lives here, do you see her?” I say in dismay. “Ahhh… I think I saw her leave this place hours ago” She says as her temper is getting less. “Thanks for the information mam, I appreciate that,” I say.

Waiting for the taxi to come to a complete stop, Hannah ran her hands through her hair. She sighed, "It feels weird being home after so long". Handing the money to the driver, Hannah gathered her bags and made her way to the main apartment buildings door. Finally reaching her apartment door inside, Hannah fumbled for her keys and unlocked the door, and calling out for her girlfriend Oliva whom she regularly called Liv. "Liv are you home? Liv?". Walking around the apartment she noticed that the place was unusually messy with clothes strewn around and all over the floor. Hannah frowned. Liv was usually a neat freak constantly nagging Hannah to clean up either one of her messes or her gear off

“Did they seriously just receive my little moisturizer swap with coffee?” She threw her head back and let out a short, high-pitched, maniacal laugh. The petty sabotage, orchestrated through the supply chain, had worked. Khaid was now distracted. Perfect. Knock! Knock! Knock! A loud, insistent rapping sounded on the door. Qye straightened her expensive leather jacket and walked to the door, her expression instantly shifting to disinterest. It was the Old Man Guy, Bluey's former landlord, a wizened, grumpy man with sharp, opportunistic eyes.

He gave me a stiff nod — more like a dismissal than a greeting — before steering her toward the elevator. I crossed my arms, watching him retreat with Aurora half-grumbling at his side. Rude yesterday. Rude today. Clearly, he had a talent for it. “Perfect neighbor material,” I muttered as the doors shut behind them. By the time I finished my run and a long shower, my irritation had mostly faded. Almost. If not for the image of Mr. Evans’ cold stare replaying in my head, it might have been a perfect morning. Evening slipped into the city quicker than I realized. I decided to explore the building a little, my stomach guiding me more than curiosity. The basement level had a small café tucked in

"Thanks to my friend Moon, Mom found out. Moon told her just to get a free cake, and now Mom is furious with me. I had to escape, so I came back here." Nicole burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "You're hiding from Mom because of a fake boyfriend?" Ashley playfully rolled her eyes. "You find it funny, but Mom is going to kill me!" Just then, the sound of music drifted through the air, and Ashley's ears perked up. "Has someone new moved in next door?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Nicole grinned mischievously. "Actually, yes. A sexy, hot guy, very handsome."

Antonio smiled widely hearing him refer as big man. "Hello I'm Antonio Taylor,this is my sister Natalia and we shifted here last week,we live in the 23rd floor."(I sighed internally,way to go little brother telling the gorgeous stranger everything.What if he is a handsome serial killer?)I mentally rolled my eyes at my own absurdity. "It was nice meeting you both.I live in the 24th floor.So I guess we are neighbours,right Antonio?" "Yes."Antonio beamed at him. We were suddenly interrupted by an elderly man in grey fitted suit.He had a bluetooth connected to his ear.

Emily closed the door and turned on the light, a dim energy-saving bulb on the ceiling. "This place hasn't changed much from before," Mr. Satan remarked, looking around. The small house was so tiny that you could take it all in at a glance. Emily was surprised, "You've been to my house before?" "Not inside," Mr. Satan said. "I watched from a distance a few times, so I remembered the way here. The woman who spoke to you earlier lives next door, right?" Emily was astonished, he was right. "She's a gossip," Mr. Satan said. "We should avoid dealing with her."