The Couple Next Door Novels & Stories

I approached the old lady and tried to look friendly since she seemed to be my flat's neighbor. "Good evening, I'm Quinn, the new resident." I extended my hand, intending to shake. But instead, the old lady looked behind me while girdling her loins. She then pointed at Grayson. "Hey young man!" she said loudly. I covered my mouth with my hand. Oh no, looks like there's going to be trouble here. "You have to be gentle with your partner! She had to scream because of you and I had to hear it!" She said, "Keep your voice down. I know you're a new couple, but don't let your neighbors hear what's going on in this room. Do you understand?"

The twin Jim and Jan hold a popper each one of them on both sides then they locked the door and throw the keys at the porch. A few moments later, the couple decided to go back home. A lot of sweat coming out of their body. They feel relaxed and refreshed as they enjoy their tour from the garden. As they walk in the pathway directly in front of their house they were talking about their kids and their future. When they reached the porch, they noticed that the house is silent. The husband holds the doorknob to open it but it's locked. When the wife followed his husband to check what is going on she trump on the key. Then they asked one another.

Nobody knows how much Lev is willing to pay just to have his peace back. The thing is, he also knows to himself that the peace and quiet that he wanted have become something priceless the moment his new neighbor moved in. Loud music on speaker, shouting on the phone-name it. It seems like that his new neighbor knows everything except for silence. And what could be the worst thing that can come from next door? Sex! Loud moans and all the other sexual sounds! Bed creaking, loud begging, ragged voices and heavy breathing, moans and moans and moans!

Instead, she sneered coldly, "Thanks for reminding me. Since you’re so determined to stay, fine. There's always that house next door. I can allow that, at the very least. I'd like to see people say our family is ungrateful." Upon hearing this, the two scowled with displeasure. 'That house next door can't even be considered as one!' It hadn't been cleaned for years, and it was no more than one-tenth of the manor in size. Worse, many pests had made it their home. It was an even worse option than a dog house. Melody, however, didn't even bother to spare them a second glance. "Mr. Thatcher, keep an eye on them. If they refuse to leave, just call the cops on them."

"Never dare to step into my house again!" • I shake my mom's arm to get her attention but she was too lost staring at the couple which is on other side of the road.I couldn't see their face properly but they definitely look like some happy couple.The male held his partner close to him with soft smiles on their faces.They look deeply in love with each other.

However, they still take any emergency cases from other hospitals. Loula and Nigel? They start to build up a stable relationship. They keep learning to appreciate each other and will turn the relationship into the marriages in the next year. Loula stick with her new style which is more look like a sweet and gentle Loula rather than her vogue and sexy looks like before. So with Nigel. He keeps his style just like what he likes and both of them seem a bit mature than before. No yelling and pranking. But from what their neighbor said, they always hear a loud thumping coming from the wall in the next door. 'Exercising' maybe.

Maybe things could be cleared up if we just talked it out. I slowly approached her. I was on guard because I didn't want her to pounce on me again, but I wasn't really afraid of her. She was so petite I could send her flying with a single punch. "Young lady, you must be mistaken. This family of three has been living here for many years. How can this palace belong to your husband?" Jinny's expression grew darker when she heard the next-door neighbor say that. "My husband brought this place for you, right? How dare you bring your family over here? Have you no shame?"

He was as happy as he could be with that once I promised him. Last month, our next door neighbors moved out. They had been renting the house for the past 2 years. They were finally in a position to buy their own house. We were so happy for them that we threw them a party. We all had a great time, and we even got to meet some of the other neighbors in our neighborhood. The next week they moved out. I figured they would be busy, so I hadn't been bothering them much. Last week a moving van pulled up into the driveway of their house. I watched as they moved all their furniture into the house. I started wondering if they were gay.

We ate on the couch, legs touching, shoulders brushing, feeding each other bites like it was the most natural thing in the world. “So,” I said, sipping my drink, “what does one do on their first official couple day?” He grinned. “Everything. Slowly.” We walked hand in hand through the neighborhood, stopping for coffee, laughing at nothing, stealing glances like teenagers. At the grocery store, he leaned in and whispered, “Do couples argue about brands or is that later?” I laughed. “Later. We’re still in the cute phase.” He smiled. “Good. I plan to enjoy this phase excessively.”

“I’m barely moving.” “Exactly.” He grins. “Perfect pace.” The song fades but we don’t stop right away. He hums something else under his breath, some tune I don’t recognize. A knock breaks the silence. Seth sighs and goes to check the door. It’s the neighbor from down the hall, with a perpetually unimpressed face. “Sorry to bother,” the guy says, “but could you maybe keep it down? Some of us have early shifts.” Seth’s polite enough to apologize, though I can tell he’s fighting back laughter. When he closes the door, he leans his forehead against it and says, “We’re officially an old married couple now. Getting noise complaints before noon.”