Passionate Neighbor Novels & Stories

Still, I couldn’t wrap my head around the reason why. These residents, including Hannah, were gorgeous. They could have anyone in the world. Why did they need a communal lover?

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

He ran to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. I pressed my fingers on my forehead to suppress the headache I could feel coming. This was going to more difficult than I expected. The door bell rang and I scuttled to the door. I looked through the hole in the door, and found a smile faced woman at the door. I pulled the door open, flashing a smile of my own, albeit tired. “Hey, neighbor,” she squeaked excitedly. “My name is Isabella and I live across the street from you,” she continued. Isabella was a chubby woman with curly brown hair, kind brown eyes and looked to be somewhere around twenty-eight and thirty.

I was tapping my phone because I was so tensed this time and I told them that I wanted to go home. "Why are you so tensed?" my cousin, Drey asked. "I've promised to Lyndon that I will go home before midnight," I told them calmly. "So you told him that we were together right? We are your cousin." They tapped my back to calm me. "I said yes, but you know Lyndon, a promise is a promise to him," crossing my fingers and continued. "I didn’t know what happened next if Lyndon got mad at me this time." We had a cousin’s Bonding in one of my Aunt’s Ancestral House. I told Lyndon that I go home early. As what we talk about but I forgot the time. Im so Fucked up! They know Lyndon, but I know him

The smile that graces her lips makes my heart skip a beat. Maybe I am starting to like my beautiful neighbor. *************************************************************** After having dinner with my father, I have just entered the home, and I have not even turned on the lights when I hear a loud groaning sound coming from outside. Peeking my head outside the door, I watch Ariana carrying shopping bags in both of her hands with an annoyed expression on her face. Quickly, stepping outside, I take bags from her hand. Instead of going to her place, she stomps inside my apartment, leaving me to follow her.

Dammit! I was about to walk toward the front door when I heard someone call out behind me. "Hello, yoo-hoo, Sierra dear." Just my luck. It was our nosy neighbor, Mrs. Jones. Unlike the other neighbors, Mrs. Jones thrived on meddling in other people's business. Since her husband, Patrick, passed away a year ago, snooping had become her day-to-day entertainment source. I swiveled on the balls of my heels to find her coming down her driveway, carrying a Chihuahua tucked under her arm.

Maisie followed my line of vision. I quickly looked away. "Nothing," I murmured and focused on my food. I calmed myself down and ignored them. "So it’s true Dianne came home," Maisie whispered as she continued to stare at Santi. I stopped playing with my food when she said that. I anticipated what she's gonna say next. "Dianne?" Elize asked. "Who's Dianne?" "Santi's childhood friend. Well, I heard he has other friends, too. They've drifted apart since college."

Never in your dreams, Shelly. Great! I am becoming mad. I am hearing a voice in my head now. I wiped at the single tear that fell from my right eye. I turned away from Max, hiding my face from him. Without waiting for him to tell something, I entered my drive way and went inside the house, closing the door and leaning my back over it. I closed my eyes and shook my head. As my new neighbour, I thought that maybe he would be one of my friends but boy, was I wrong? For him, I was just a girl who he would bang without a second thought just for the fun of it.

Kieran nodded slowly, like he didn’t fully buy it. “I see. I figured you looked tired, that’s why I didn’t reach out.” Then he smiled again and gestured toward his car. “If you can accept a coworker’s offer, what’s wrong with accepting a neighbor’s?” I stared at him for a second, then internally sighed. Hot neighbor, I corrected silently. My hot-as-sin next-door neighbor who I had a massive crush on and apparently merely any self-control around. “Okay.” I finally muttered. He grinned like I’d just handed him a medal. “Hop in.”

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."