Old Thot Next Door Novels & Stories

When Rachel heard me say that, she let out a cold laugh. "Defendant, is your son some kind of irresistible catch? Does my client, Daisy, have nothing better to do than rush to ruin her own purity just to frame him?" Daisy immediately echoed her. "I really did see Lucas. When I was heading to tutoring, I happened to see him coming out of his apartment. We took the elevator down together. He told me his name was Lucas Cole and that he was a newly moved-in neighbor."

Slowly, his laughter was laced with stifled sobs. I patted his head. "Hey now, no waterworks. I'm turning into an angel soon. I'll be getting wings and a halo! You should be throwing me a congratulatory party." His voice wavered, caught between a laugh and a sob. "What kind of angel goes through all this suffering..." "Doesn't matter. I wouldn't have it any other way." … [In the Next Life — April 12, 2024, 3:09 PM — I Wonder If Anyone Is Still Waiting For Me To Come Home For Dinner]

I could even choose the tattoo I want today. I pushed the door open. A little bell chimed above my head as I stepped inside. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and ink. My heart raced. I turned around after closing the door, and that’s when I saw him. My neighbor. Yes, my hot next door neighbor. Walking toward me with an apron tied low around his waist. His hair, always falling lazily to the sides of his face, caught the light. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, exposing his arms covered in tattoos that looked both dangerous and beautiful.

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

He was confused and so was Nick. Tyler sent them a tight smile as he held out his glass of whiskey and took a sip from it. His face was expressionless just like most times. Turning toward the men, he said in an overly bored and dry tone, his voice lacking any interest. “And that is my next-door neighbor, people. Shouldn't we be excited?”

Third person's POV SIX DAYS LATER "Hey you, you gotta clean that toilet, you know?" Charles cellmate said. Charles glared at the guy before walking out of the cell toward the toilet, he entered and ease himself in one of the toilet, he heard a sound coming from the entrance, we he opened the door, he noticed some couple of tugs looking at him. What do you want?" He asked. "Well, we wanted to see if you'll see the next year" one of the said. He nods for the to guys. Charles had no idea what was coming for him.

I walked into the kitchen with my mother trailing behind me. "Glad you're finally getting to relate." My dad called from behind. I tried not to roll my eyes. If relating meant being locked up in a cupboard then I didn't want to. I entered my room and shut the curtains. The last thing I wanted to see was anything related to the house Nextdoor. As I collapsed on my bed, my eyes caught a simple lemon stick on notes plastered on my window. Curiously, I tiptoed to the window and peeled it off. Instinctively, I raised my eyes to the room opposite mine and saw someone looking at me with an amused expression on his face. It took me some minutes to recognize him.

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

He twisted the cap off the bottle and chugged the cold beverage, concentrating on the cool liquid as it slid down his throat, chasing away the unsettling thoughts. Another loud bang from next door had him standing up straight and staring at the common wall they shared. What the hell was going on next door? He heard some rattling around and then the door of the apartment opened and closed with a slam. He loped across his apartment to his door and looked through the spy hole, watching as a woman dragged a large garbage bag behind her. It looked heavy and before he knew what he was doing he had the door open. “Do you need help with that?”