Passionate Neighbor Novels & Stories

Why make a big deal out if it? My luck ran out as soon as it came because I saw a male figure standing with her. That looks like our neighbor, Patrick. What's he doing with her? I raced to the sitting room window to get a better view. I frowned, watching as she turned to speak to our neighbor, exchanging polite words on the street. I sighed, tapping my fingers impatiently on the window sill. My body was practically humming with anticipation, a need for her I had abandoned. And now she was just... chatting, as though she had all the time in the world.

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

" I adjusted my backpack on my shoulder and started walking down the hallway, my head hung low. But I didn't make it far before I felt a hand on my elbow. Sparks. Electricity. Fireworks. My entire body jolted from her touch. And the fact that I knew it was her before I turned around made my chest fucking ache. Slowly, her coffee eyes came into view. 'J-Jeonghan, c-can I go home with you?" she asked stuttering. 'Josh was staying late for the science club he's in and it's raining, I didn't bring my umbrella with me." I frowned and swat her hand away from my elbow. 'Nope." I shook my head, trying to keep the elation out of my voice. She fell in step beside me, hooking her thumbs through the str

After passing through the lawn, their footsteps halted and they stood in front of a large brawny door that led into the house. Both of them were nervous. Amarra was nervous because if they are rejected from this place they'll probably have no place to live. She was utterly worried for her daughter. And Rose was nervous because her subconscious kept signaling about something havoc. Moreover, she does not want to let anyone humiliate her mother. She knew her Dada won't accept her mother and let them live here easily. They've to pass through a great ordeal to live here.

And because she was such a nosy creature, she even moved closer to the closed gate – putting her ear on the metal to listen to their conversation more. “Who was that?” A hoarse voice asked. It was surely from someone older than her neighbor. “I don’t know. Some random people.” Her neighbor replied. Leila felt offended that he didn’t even remember her name, but his next words made her blood boil. “Just throw these cookies away. I don’t like any of them.” He ruthlessly commanded. She gasped in horror and her eyes widened. Her cookies! “What kind of cookies? Maybe, I can taste it. Just give it to me.” The man with the hoarse voice answered.

The Pink Devil started laughing hard after Terrance asked about the neighbors. "My Neighbors? Do you really think that my neighbors will care that some random car is on my driveway? My neighbors never cared about what I did or who I brung home. Heck, the first time I moved into Hilldrive; none of my neighbors bothered to greet me or even once said 'Hello' to me. They continued living their lives and treated me like I never existed. 'Love thy neighbors', my ass! Even if my neighbors cared, it's none of their fucking business to get involved with my personal life and privacy. So the neighbors won't help you escape.", she explained. "You know you don't have to do this.", he pleaded.

he began slowly, “some of the tenants are doing a small cookout in the courtyard today. A kind of… unofficial building thing. Nothing big. Just food and music and people actually being neighborly for a change.” “Oh?” I said, pleasantly surprised. “Yeah,” he continued, running a hand through his hair. “Thought I’d invite you. If you’re up for it. No pressure at all. Just figured it might be nice. And… I’d like you there.” The last part was softer. Almost shy. I felt a warmth rise in my chest—not a rush, not an intensity—but a full, steady glow. “I’d love to come,” I said. And it was true. I meant it.

While everyone else has already left me, these fools are still here. "Come on! You know you love it when we throw you to the ground." Nick snorts, takes off his helmet and smiles at me. They stand up from me and I get to my feet as well. I look up into the crowd and glance toward the front of the bleachers to see if my mother has arrived or not. She promised me she would come tonight, but, as usual, she hasn't come. I let out a sigh at the disappointment that comes over me at this moment. I'm not sure what's wrong with her, but she's been suffering from severe depression for a few months and I don't know how to reach her anymore.

Callum blinks before he glances at Peter, who only shrugs. “Yeah, normally, but what about the weird neighbor? She seems to be taking the loss harder than the woman’s husband. She keeps insisting she and the wife had this ‘profound bond’. That sounds textbook psychotic to me,” Moe insists. Their voices quickly overlap while they talk. Callum shakes his head before he glances at Isaac. They trade a look that speaks volumes without a single syllable being uttered. The careful arch of Isaac’s eyebrow. Are you hearing this shit, bruv?

He opened the door and faced her, this time without the usual complacent smile he gave her every time she visited him; he was impatient to see the contents of the pen drive, and he needed to dispatch her soon. “Tell me, Mrs. Rosa, how can I help you this time?” Her neighbor Rosa was a bit talkative, always with an occasional occurrence on her lips, with thirty-eight years "divinely fulfilled" as she said, and two pre-adolescent children who "will soon turn gray hair" for their rebellious behavior. Despite two failed marriages, she was still in good spirits to try again with someone willing to "put up with" her outbursts of sincerity and bad temper, as she described herself, and in the last f