Old Thot Next Door Novels & Stories

He had not been outside for weeks and he hates that his new neighbor has to make him do this. He opens his door and surprisingly he sees a lady sitting on his front door. **

But why? "Are you always this angry?, It doesn't suit you", l sneered back but I was lying. To be honest the angry John was far sexier than the drunk and smiling John. "Yes, I'm always this angry", He stated the matter of factly. Grabbing the mug from the Keurig, l turned and slide it in front of him. I did it humbly, l didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with this guy especially now that he was our neighbor and l will be seeing him a lot. He said l was funny last night - might as take advantage of my humour.

"You're completely insane. What if they have feelings for someone? After all, there is no such thing as forever in this world. Everyone splits up." His smile vanished from his lips, and he just murmured, "Yes, you are right. Since nothing lasts forever, we'll head into Hugot Coffee Shop." We arrived at Hugot Cafe in a flash, and Derek greeted us with, "Welcome -" "Yeah, yeah of course, definitely! Mind telling Uncle Roman to hire new staff," John interrupted, and Derek chuckled. " You're too boring to cope with. Please, there's no longer any interest." Derek's smile faded and he frowned at John, "You persisted to abuse me — Oh, a baby!" Derek was taken aback and motioned to Shan, who had a c

His bare feet scuffed on the floorboards into the kitchen where he sluggishly poured a coffee, resting his bare back against the countertop as he took a deep gulp. Scooping up the last of cereal, Kate nodded. “I did. Paloma needed to leave early, so she dropped me home. That was…” she paused, swiping open her phone. “Over an hour ago. Not like you to sleep in.” Colton shrugged. “That fuckwit next door was boning the loudest fucking woman I’ve ever heard. Every time I thought I could drift off, she’d start up again.” “The nerve,” Kate smirked. “I had a neighbor like that once. He was an asshole.

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."

Linda’s Pov There is no bigger or better surprise than a young, respectful and secret-keeping neighbor. I was sure Theo was a god-sent for me. The house next door was for sale, maybe only for a week, when one day, I noticed a truck full of household furniture, items and all necessary gadgets being unloaded, as I stood in my window behind the curtain.

However, she is his grandmother after all, and I'm sure he can't offend her openly. In any case, with the old madam's situation, Nathan can drag things on easily. She is easily worn out, and I'm sure she hasn't got much time to pester him. Besides, she's not like Old Master Clemon. Just look at Old Master Clemon, he is almost 100 years old, but he's still participating in marathons every year. He's still up and running after the passing of a few wives. He's unbeatable! Tehilla led Old Madam Nates to the entrance of Nathan's house. The wall enclosing the courtyard seemed to stretch far into the distance. It looked like an ancient European styled castle, and so it appeared especially extravaga

I like looking at it. Something about this neighbourhood is off though. This place is too quiet, too perfect. And the neighbours are… odd. I’ve noticed them. Whenever there’s a delivery, Theo, my neighbour across the street, steps out into his garden with a red watering can. He always wears checkered shorts and screaming yellow or pink shirts. Then there’s the sweet elderly couple with their heel-biter dogs, who take their morning stroll not at 8 a.m., but at 4 a.m., complete with a yorkie in a pram. I suppose the dog is too old to walk.

Instead, she sneered coldly, "Thanks for reminding me. Since you’re so determined to stay, fine. There's always that house next door. I can allow that, at the very least. I'd like to see people say our family is ungrateful." Upon hearing this, the two scowled with displeasure. 'That house next door can't even be considered as one!' It hadn't been cleaned for years, and it was no more than one-tenth of the manor in size. Worse, many pests had made it their home. It was an even worse option than a dog house. Melody, however, didn't even bother to spare them a second glance. "Mr. Thatcher, keep an eye on them. If they refuse to leave, just call the cops on them."

"I don't want whatever you're selling, and I've already found Jesus. Now, get off my porch." Famallumi turned to Rhychard to say something, but the Warrior held his hand up to silence him. "We're not selling anything, and we're not the religious type. I was hoping you could tell me something about the men who live next door. My brother's roommate was killed yesterday." The man glanced over at Karl's house, shaking his head. "People get themselves killed in the Bottoms all the time. Your brother's lucky it wasn't him." "Any idea who killed the roommate?"