The Couple Nextdoor Novels & Stories

Stephanie said, rushing her words. Lisa paused to try to process what she just heard from her neighbor, she didn't see why they would do that. The whole building was sound proof. How was that possible? "Your fiance is affected by sounds? That's not possible, literally this whole building is sound proof." She responded. Stephanie stopped cleaning for a while and tried to gulp in the little words that were about to spring out. She didn't want to say too much, or even cause unnecessary worries or disbelief. "He's a serious case" she replied with a stiff look.

She looks resplendent in her black cocktail dress, the necklace resting between her generous cleavage quite an interesting piece. I force my gaze to my place, pushing the food around as hearty conversation passes above me. The husband’s chat with Zefiro about business, the women talk about other women, their children and possible alliances they find nauseating. It might have been nicer if I didn’t feel like an outsider.

It was an angel who came to save me. END Thank you so much for reading! now we are going to start the story of the bad boy in the next door (2), story of Marlon and his wife.

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.

They resumed walking. The night lights were extremely bright and the street was for some reason quite busy. A considerable number of people were wandering around the street and causing a noise, mostly couples. It was because there was a place mainly designed for couples, not at all far away from here and the place operated only at night. Weird, right? "Weird wife." He smiled. "Why would you even ask such a question?" "Is it possible for you to marry someone other than me?" She asked and Fred just had to stop in his tracts again to glare at her.

I would look through the peephole but I'm too short to reach. I pull the door open to find five people on my porch. "Hello. My name is Becca," a short, dark haired woman speaks. She is just beautiful. "This is my husband, Scott and our children. Lisa, Matthew and Brandon. We are the Keaths across the street. It is very nice to meet you. We just came over here to welcome you to the neighbourhood. It is really nice to see a ne--- Damnit, Becca. Your scaring her." Becca speaks but Scott cuts her off. I try not to laugh at the cute little scene. "Would you guys like to come in." I ask politely. They all nod and I move out of the way. I close the door once they are all in and walk them over to th

That was how it started with the man next door. His name was Grant. Forty-one. Married. Broad-shouldered, quiet, the kind of neighbor who offered to help carry boxes and then stayed for a beer on the porch. His wife, Nadia, worked long hours at the hospital and came home after dark most nights. Grant had mentioned it once, casually, like it didn’t matter. It had mattered. For three weeks they had been careful. His place when Nadia was on nights. Her place when he could slip away for an hour. Never long enough. Never loud enough. Always the same sharp, almost angry hunger, like both of them were trying to outrun something.

As she stood at the doorway waving him off, their neighbour walked across their lawn. It was Maya Johnson, the wife from next door. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her thicker and curvier body. "Hey, is Paul away again?" She asked. "Yeah, a long one this time." Olivia replied. "Hey, I keep meaning to say, you and the Sampsons should come over for dinner one night." "We would love to." Maya replied. "Will have to wait until Paul's back," Olivia said. "Although me, you and Jasmine could have a girl's night?"

What the hell happened here? This is my fiancé's apartment. I demanded loudly, "What happened here?" My voice echoed with frustration. An older woman cautiously approached me. She introduced herself, saying, "Hello, Mr. — I'm Miss Sophia, your fiancé's neighbor from next door. I was just informing the police that I saw a tall, muscular man taking her away, accompanied by that troublemaker John," she explained clearly, her tone conveying concern and urgency.

I take a detour and head into the kitchen. "You are a life saver. I was just about to microwave some takeout I had Friday night." ××××××××××× "You know I'll miss the free WiFi we get from the Parkers," Kat says as soon as the credits appeared on screen. The Parkers are a married couple who moved in downstairs two months before I came. They are sweet, friendly and good company. "Yeah, I will too. I hear they're expecting a baby boy in seven months." I rest my head on the arm of the couch.