The Couple Nextdoor Novels & Stories

She was maybe 5'-6" with long hair, thin and shapely, with big, full breasts. Her husband, Justin, was similar to me, lean, muscular and a little bit of a nerd. I always thought they made a good couple; I am happy they got together. We small-talked for a while, discussing their marriage which was already four years past and they were looking forward to their upcoming anniversary. They had decided on a cruise to celebrate. Technically, Racheal was really our neighbor, but she & Justin had been dating for about a year and he moved in, maybe, six months before they moved away. I remember they wanted a house with a bigger yard for their dog. They went on to mention that they had always admired t

We both just nod as she leaves the office. Finally, we’re alone again, and I let out a long breath I didn’t even know I’ve been holding. Funny enough, Derek does the same. We make eye contact, and something in our gaze is unspoken—the genuine concern that our friendly nature between neighbors might not be able to continue. Shit. Maybe we do have something to hide.

Before the three could go inside, they heard a noise next door and a group of neighbors came out to see what was going on. "What happened?" Rose couldn't help but ask. Leona was also a little curious, if she wasn't pregnant she would have wanted to come see it. Daniel smiled without saying anything. Of course he knew what had happened. But he couldn't say it now. At that moment there was a sharp female voice from next door. "You get out, get out! This is my house! You can't take my house! Honey, come here and tell them that this house belongs to us! It doesn't belong to anyone else!"

Joyce asked. “I wish. Or not, he is not my type.” Her smile was bristled when she said the last line. “But he is my next-door neighbor. There, you have it.” She gestured before she turned away from Joyce's stunned look to take a sip of her refilled drink, letting the contents burn down her throat. “Are you talking about the same guy that almost ripped off your blue dress? The one you spent millions on?” Joyce sounded incredulous. “Yes, Joyce, yes.” She gritted out.

For my first on-line date, I call this a win so far. "Yeah, they keep me busy. I'm not sure how working moms do it, especially when they're single. It seems like it's never-ending work." "Who is watching them tonight?" "My next-door neighbor. He and I have become great friends since we moved in." "That's nice. Having someone you can count on live next door." "Yeah. It is. And my husband's captain lives a few doors down, so I'm kind of surrounded by people to take care of us in the event of an emergency."

A female voice comes from inside his apartment. "My neighbor," Samuel answers while locking his eyes with me as if the hurt which words has caused will lessen. "Hey!" A beautiful redhead appears beside him and smiles at me, looking at Samuel then at me. "I am Laura, Samuel's wife." "Wife?" No matter how much I could try, I couldn't keep the shock away from my voice as my eyes moved from her to Samuel, hoping for him to say something. But he doesn't meet my eyes which tells me more than anything which I need to know.

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?"

Lisa paused by one of the windows in her living room to catch a glimpse of the ongoing argument that we currently happening on the front porch of the house right beside hers. The building was owned by an elderly couple who were the oldest people in the neighborhood. The both of them had an unusual relationship, the kind that was filed with all sorts of emotions. They always quarreled with each other, but none of their fights ever lasted more than a few hours before they were speaking to each other again like nothing had even happened.

Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all. … I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear. “Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.

When Rachel heard me say that, she let out a cold laugh. "Defendant, is your son some kind of irresistible catch? Does my client, Daisy, have nothing better to do than rush to ruin her own purity just to frame him?" Daisy immediately echoed her. "I really did see Lucas. When I was heading to tutoring, I happened to see him coming out of his apartment. We took the elevator down together. He told me his name was Lucas Cole and that he was a newly moved-in neighbor."