Passionate Neighbor Novels & Stories

I opened the door and walked straight out. The disappointed sighs of both sets of parents echoed behind me, but I did not pause. I quickened my pace. The Ragdoll cat slipped out as well. As I sat blankly on a park bench in the neighborhood, I saw the Ragdoll cat chasing after its former owner, who was heading downstairs to throw out the trash. Ivy Summers kicked its head in disgust, but the Ragdoll cat refused to leave. I could not bear to watch and stepped in to stop it, but the Ragdoll arched its back, hissing and baring its teeth at me.

Be the friendly neighbor. "Hey, I'm Damon from next door. Welcome to the neighborhood." Simple, right? But my mind spiraled. What if I touched her? Just a handshake, but my hand lingered on her soft skin, sliding up her arm, pulling her close. What if I backed her against the car, push that dress up her thighs, and feel the heat radiating from her pussy. What if I bent her over the hood, right there in broad daylight, yank her panties aside—if she was even wearing any—and slammed into her?

“Open up! And if you aren’t home I’m going to be super pissed because I need to talk to you!” I was knocking and yelling so loudly that the neighbor across from Lochlann stuck his head out his door to yell, “Can you keep it down, lady? There are people trying to watch Game of Thrones in here!” “You should’ve watched it ages ago like everyone else!” I was looking at the neighbor, my fist up to knock again, when my fist hit something decidedly not door-like. It felt like a chest. Lochlann’s chest. Thank God. And there was Lochlann, in the flesh, and I was so stupidly happy I could’ve kissed the angry neighbor.

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said while gasping for breath. I held her hand and took her by the co

I sigh as I cross my arms over my chest. "That's the guy that lives next door to you? The guy that's 'pretty cute'? Seriously, Piper how can you possibly be mad at that?" Lyra asks, her eyes staring thoughtfully after him. I roll my eyes, ultimately unimpressed. "Whatever. He's an ass" I conclude, my mind pretty much made up. "You are so freaking lucky. Man, you don't even know. I'd give anything to have that delicious piece of man meat as my neighbor." Lyra whines.

But my cheeks were burning from the adrenaline and my racing heart. “Amber, are you here for work?” Sophia’s voice came from behind. Before I could answer, Adrian spoke for me again. “Amber’s our neighbor. Raymond’s granddaughter.” “Oh! That’s great! All our neighbors are old and boring. It’s wonderful that you’re here. You’ll come over for coffee this weekend, won’t you?” Sophia’s excitement was practically glowing. “Sure, why not,” I said. My cheeks were still flushed; that close moment with Adrian had definitely gotten to me.

“I don’t like being woken up at midnight over something stupid, and then being insulted. So, please, save your apologies and don’t bother me.” I opened my mouth, but the indignation stunned me, and I took a moment to find a response. “Neighbor?” I repeated, incredulously. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re my neighbor. And I’m not interested in having unnecessary conversations with you.” I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, right. Because it’s completely unnecessary to act like a decent person and accept an apology.” He shot me a quick look, raising an eyebrow. “And now I’m the rude one?”

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

Lesley's face turned red, and she mumbled, "I... I thought you were Joe. I forgot we switched seats." Her voice grew so soft it was almost inaudible. Thinking about it, I realized she must have mistakenly thought I was Joe, given the position we were in before the switch. That explanation made my earlier thoughts seem much less exciting. I had imagined something more intense happening during this late-night movie with my neighbor's pretty wife. "You and Joe really seem to enjoy pushing boundaries," I said, teasing her. It seemed like she was trying to spice up her love life with Joe by doing such a thing in my presence.