Shameless Neighbors Novels & Stories

The guy was cut off by the loud music that began to play. All the stakeholders who came for the meeting were staring at me, expecting me to do something about my very annoying neighbor. I would if I hadn't decided to ignore my obnoxiously immature and redundant neighbor. The girl couldn't stop trying to get on my every last nerve every chance she got. Now I was having a meeting with some very important clients and she was more interested in ruining it with those loud songs playing in her apartment. Had she no sense of neighborliness? I admit I was in the wrong two nights ago when I barged into her apartment claiming it to be mine. But having her for a neighbor should have been more than enou

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

Norris could do better. Ok, Stop... Not my problem. “I heard that hot new transfer is your neighbor.” WHAT?? Has his house address leaked already? “New Transfer?” I am not gonna admit I know him. It will end up with the same signature question. Are you planning to fuck him, too? Not exact words, but something subtle. “Oh, come on! He lives somewhere near the lake. You live there too… Rich people!!” I roll my eyes. There must be hundreds of houses and not everyone there is well off.

gasp as he presses me against him, and I laugh, squirming out of his arms. - Stop! I scold in a whisper as I nervously glance at the two-story house behind me. “We don't have privacy anymore. He smiled. “My dad's still at work, love. He doesn't arrive until five in the afternoon. Oh. Well, at least something good. I look up and down the neighborhood, and I see house after house, curtains open and children playing here and there. It's not like in apartments where everyone sees your life but doesn't care because you're just passing through and won't be around long enough for anyone to think you deserve their attention. Here, in a real neighborhood, people invest their time in their neighbors.

Suddenly I heard her clearing her throat which reminded me I was still staring. Then we continued our running.After a minute a young boy came running,and commented on my biceps.I chuckled slowly.He was really adorable,and while talking,I got to know that she's my new neighbour Natalia.And the little boy was her younger brother.While we were talking I felt Natalia's eyes on me.She looked so innocent while she had an adorable smile for her younger brother.At that moment I wanted to see more of that smile towards me.Woah where did that came from? Mr.Jones entered breaking our conversation and reminded me of the Japanese assignment.I was really pissed off.I wanted to talk to her.Damn it!I left a

That action ended up making me feel embarrassed when I bumped into my next-door neighbor, Quentin. He's good-looking alright but he's also a manslut. He constantly makes it hard for me to sleep at night because the numerous women he brings over to his place moan so loud. I smiled at him as I enjoy always posing as a good neighbor, it causes living here less unbearable. "Hi, Shell." He grinned. Sheldon. My name is Sheldon. I always want to correct him but I let it pass this time. "I want to apologize for not being able to make it to your mom's funeral." He muttered.

about it. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was quickly approaching 8:00, and I had officially been at the office for 12 hours today...on a Saturday. I wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep until noon the next day. I had noticed a moving truck parked outside the recently unlisted house right across the street from me this morning, but in my haste to make it to work on time, I couldn’t meet my new neighbors. Perhaps, I will stop by tomorrow afternoon and welcome them to the neighborhood? I knew that whoever they were, they would love living there as much as I do. The neighborhood is tucked away from the main roads and traffic; however, you can still easily access local ameniti

I said and that was the end of it, for the time being. By noon, the yard is loud with folding chairs scraping against the patio tiles and the smell of charcoal starting to rise. Jamie and Clara, are outside arranging cutlery like it’s a competition. Jamie shouts through the window for me to “stop hiding and come help,” and Clara echoes her in mock-annoyance. I step outside with a stack of napkins just as Dad’s voice calls out, “Alex! Come meet the new neighbors before the food gets cold.”

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

“Because you’re the one who put him in a coma, Hera. What happened messed up our work completely! This is what you have to do—unless you want to go to jail?” My father’s words freeze me solid. I can’t speak. The next morning, reality hits me hard: I’m now living with a psychopath next door. A comatose man whose very possibility of waking up fills every part of me with dread. Please, please don’t wake up!