The Couple Nextdoor Novels & Stories

Amanda replied, still stirring the curry. "What about your neighbors?" Gabriel asked her. "They are cool, at least they ain't troublesome and loud," Amanda replied with admiration for her neighbors who live next door. They were old married couples who were over seventy and still very much healthy and in love with each other. They trim the flowers together, attend to their cats together and also go out together. She walked towards the center table, took a plate with grated carrots and other veggies, and walked back to the kitchen counter. She was about to prepare some salad. She took the salad cream from the fridge and poured it on the salad before he started stirring them together.

Life had been busy for the two of them and the next three weeks were theirs to do with as they pleased, however they pleased. A few months ago he and B had made the biggest purchase of their lives – a home to call their own. The house they'd bought wasn't the biggest or nicest, but it was new construction and they loved it. It was on a few acres of property less than two miles from the clubhouse. They loved being out in the country after being cooped up in an apartment in town for so long. The problem was they hadn't had much time together because of the time of year. Halloween had turned to Thanksgiving and now they were a week from Christmas.

Antonio smiled widely hearing him refer as big man. "Hello I'm Antonio Taylor,this is my sister Natalia and we shifted here last week,we live in the 23rd floor."(I sighed internally,way to go little brother telling the gorgeous stranger everything.What if he is a handsome serial killer?)I mentally rolled my eyes at my own absurdity. "It was nice meeting you both.I live in the 24th floor.So I guess we are neighbours,right Antonio?" "Yes."Antonio beamed at him. We were suddenly interrupted by an elderly man in grey fitted suit.He had a bluetooth connected to his ear.

"Why don't we help them by clicking the 'start button again." "No, you are doing nothing, I hate meddling with people's business, especially relationships." He said, walking back to where he sat earlier. "I thought Carson was your friend," Ida couldn't believe he still did not want to help. "No, he his just a forward neighbor, who keeps bothering me with his lovey-dovey ex, the neighborhood seems peaceful now, I would have been rolling on my bed to get sleep now when they were still together, they are one lousy couple," Corbin complained with a gloomy face "They are better off that way, with my house separating both of them, it would be hard for them to see each other.

“That's not a problem anymore, Anna. Because fortunately, Nick was able to buy me a couple of new dresses before he got here. Tonight's the perfect time to use them!” Anna laughs lightly. “So, are you telling me that the s*x was your kind of compensation to—” Emily intervenes, “Shut up. I'm still going to have s*x with him even without the new dresses.” After a short banter, Anna finally agrees to go to the billionaire nextdoor’s cocktail party. ***** On the night of the random guy nextdoor’s party, the two seem to be out of place. Emily is in her flowy yellow dress, while Anna is wearing a shiny, tight above-the-knee dress with laces on both sides.

Eleanor’s stew narrows, her shoulders squaring as she asks, “What is it?” “Earlier today, my wife and I went to say hi to our new neighbors. The empty house that hasn’t been occupied in decades finally got lived in. When Hannah and I heard voices, we decided to go say hi. It turns out it’s a battalion of people—men, women, and children.” “What?” Eleanor gasps.

However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded. “Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary. But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread. Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince. Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now stood inches from each other, and she found herself holding her breath.

She walked over and pressed the screen. A live feed flickered on. An elderly couple stood outside the front gate—probably in their seventies. The man was tall and thin, with a gentle stoop to his back. The woman beside him wore a simple shawl and held a large glass dish, wrapped carefully in a cloth. They didn’t look threatening. Just... curious. A voice came through the speaker. “Ma’am, there’s a couple here. They say they’re neighbors from down the private road. Wanted to meet the owner.”

SHAYLE Oh my god. He actually recognized me. The shock hit me as I blinked at him, heat crawling up my neck, and for a moment my tongue glued itself to the roof of my mouth. “Uh… I’m your neighbor,” I stammered out, clearing my throat way too late. “Next door.”

My dog really is one of a kind. I was about to retreat inside when a chorus of moans and breathless whispers drifted over from my only neighbors-a young couple, Junior and Andeng, who lived alone in the cottage next door. "Junior, please! Not now-it's too early. Sasha might hear us!" I froze in place, a groan building in my throat. Here we go again. "Come on, Andeng-you left me hanging last night-" Oh boy. Junior, you're wearing that woman out!