Passionate Neighbor Novels & Stories

As his window automatically whined up back,. As Patrick drove into the Mama-Tina compound and parked, the female teen neighbor started gossiping with her older sister, who had already come out and saw her junior sister talking to the person in the Jeep, and she asked, "Who are those people?." "Sister, I don't know. But you needed to have seen. how handsome that guy was." The female teen neighbor replied to her big sister, as she couldn't stop gushing over Patrick. "Who are they looking for?."

The shop is crowded with the lunch rush, but Natasha manages to secure us a corner table with the kind of effortless authority that suggests she's used to getting what she wants. "So," she says once we're seated with our drinks, "you're the neighbor." "I'm the neighbor." "Rain's mentioned you." Natasha's tone is casual, but I catch the way she studies my reaction. "Said you were very... friendly." "We were neighbors. That's all." "Of course. But sometimes being neighbors can lead to... misunderstandings. About boundaries." I take a sip of my coffee, trying to figure out where this conversation is going. "I'm not sure what you mean."

After Mayor defended me, I felt a wave of comfort rising inside me. "How could you raise your voice at Mr. Mayor? All he did was defend you. He was so kind and affectionate to your ungrateful ass." One of the neighbors raised her voice. I recognized the lady. I had seen her walk around the houses, snooping for gossip. She was truly a pain in the ass. "That’s none of your business," I said through my teeth, rolling my eyes at her. All the anger inside me from last night and the pain wanted to come out, and I feared she was going to fall under my wrath.

A man who lived four doors down from me back in Venice, a man who I just got to know his name a few days ago despite four years of living across the hall from him, was somehow standing in front of me in Helsinki like the distance between those two facts meant absolutely nothing to him. He stepped inside slowly, unhurried, gaze settling on me with that same infuriating calm I remembered from a bar floor covered in broken glass and blood that hadn't been his. "Small world," he said, like that explained anything at all. I didn't move. Didn't breathe, for a second.

Otherwise, just looking at you people will ruin my health! "Since we're neighbors, let's forget the money. All you need to do is come over every day and prostrate at my door, wishing me a long life. That's the only way I'll let you all survive living across from me!" Nicole's family almost lost it. They spammed the group with insults like "vixen" and "tramp" and sent both voice messages and long texts, as if I'd dug up their family's graves. But I didn't care what they were sending. I just replied with a "Wow, so impressive" meme.

At least push mowing the yard helps me get my steps in for the day. I jerk up when the vibrations of feet on concrete come closer, moving into the driveway. The mower flops up, righting itself. I stand, glad it hadn't nicked off a finger, and brush grass from my hands. The neighbor from across the street who watches me from his living room window on the weekends smiles down looking super cute, but also a little like a weird neighbor. The one who after the police find fifteen bodies in his basement the news crew will get you on camera saying, "He was so friendly. Nobody expected it."

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

“Well, mine is quite simple. Hang out with my best friend. Maybe get a drink or two. I’m not the most fun person to be around.” “Maybe you just need to let loose more. That might help.” Oh, I’m aching to. “Yeah. Maybe. Can I ask you a question?” “Hit me.” “Why did you choose to sit next to me tonight?” He leaned in closer, his voice low. “I saw this lady sitting alone, lost in thought, and I couldn’t resist the urge to come over. And I’m really glad I did. Call it a hunch. Instinct. Now they’re whispering something else.”

I keep my plan to keep my hands off her long enough to return to my apartment. We take a moment outside the front door as I find it difficult to get the keys out of my pocket before pressing myself against her back and kissing the nape of her neck. The soft scent of her perfume fills my senses, and all I can think about is removing her clothes. "Are we going inside or are we going to put on a show for your neighbors?" " she inquires.

“I wasn’t expecting to see her this soon.” The delightful morning suddenly becomes memorable with the brunette hair green-eyed neighbor in my sight. The very neighbor I had dinner with last night. Family dinner I know… I don’t care anymore if I get late for school now. My well-trained Coco doesn’t give her a break and starts jumping to hug her, or probably climb on her lap? I don’t know what she wants sometimes. “Wow! She is super excited isn’t she?” Natalie says, trying to pet her and trying to stay on her feet. It’s difficult with Coco launching herself on her again and again. I am trying to pull her harness, but it isn’t working at all.