The Couple Nextdoor Novels & Stories

It’s ridiculous. He can’t quite reach me. I stretch. Our fingertips barely touch. “That’s pathetic,” I whisper. “Come closer.” “There is literally a wall.” “Work with me.” I stretch farther until our fingers hook together. Six inches of empty space separates us. Not six hours. Not eight. Just enough that we have to try a little harder to reach each other. Maybe that’s what next year will be. I don’t know. But tonight Beckett is still next door. And for now, that’s enough.

"A good neighbor is a present help. If you let my son use this place as his playroom, wouldn't he be just like your grandson? "With the addition of a grandson, you'll have more support later in life. You old fool, how can you not understand this?" I raised the knife and swung it once through the air. "If you don't leave right now, believe me, I'll chop you to pieces." Shirley stepped backward again and again until she finally retreated outside. I slammed the door shut. Her shrill, annoying voice was finally cut off. I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons.

He stepped inside. Just before they closed, he looked at me. “Sunday.” I nodded. “Sunday.” The doors slid shut. I stood there for another second. Then went back inside my apartment. The silence hit immediately. Which was ridiculous. Ethan had been next door plenty of times without making noise. But knowing he wasn’t there made the wall seem different. I dropped my bag on the couch. Three knocks. I looked toward the wall automatically. Nothing. Obviously. I pressed my lips together.

The park is only four blocks down the street so they walk down holding hands. They head to the park and walk the paths, enjoying the beautiful day. They see some people they know and speak to them. Those others note the two holding hands and think it's odd but don't think any further about it. They spend about 2 hours in the park, then head back home. They head into the living room, flop onto the couch together and cuddle up. Adam grabs the TV remote, flips it on, and finds a game show just starting. They watch some TV just relaxing since they are off school for a bit and want to enjoy the company and the slower pace before it gets crazy again. When commercials come on, they smile slightly a

In less than 10 minutes, the driver took me to my destination. I got out of the car and took a look at the house I used to live in. Now I just feel sick and disgusted to see it. This house is like a closed cage for my life. So I decided to go around the back garden and enter the house. The people who live next door are a French couple who come to live only after Christmas. The rest of the time, the house is empty. So I climbed over the wall into the French couple's garden, and then I snuck into Ron's house.

"My assistance earlier was a simple favor, nothing more. Merely what any good neighbor should do." His deep voice caressed the word 'neighbor' with a subtle emphasis that raised goosebumps along the nape of my neck. I found myself caught in the hypnotic pull of his dark eyes, feeling utterly unmoored and untethered from reality. "We're hosting a backyard barbecue this weekend as a way to welcome all the neighbors and give everyone a chance to mingle." Yuna's voice finally broke the trance while her hand came to rest on her husband's arm in a gesture of subtle possession.

I never expected that fresh start to include the beautiful couple next door and everything they've taught me about pleasure, about desire, about the things I was too afraid to want. But now that I've had a taste of them, I know I'll never be satisfied with anything less. Some neighbors borrow sugar. Mine share absolutely everything.

When they finish this Aarav tells them that they can go now and if he needs the help he will call them. When they left he looked at me and told me that " They are the husband and wife taking care of our farm and when me and my family come here they take care of us. They live in the house opposite to our house some distance away." I remembered the house which I saw in the car. We both started eating dinner and I loved it. We both finished dinner having normal talks. Aarav called again and I think this time he is again calling that young couple. They come and clean the table and leave from here.

💞 Gianna’s P.o.v💞 “Hey,it seems some new people have moved in next door” Jamal said as he looked through the window. I joined him to look,i saw two people, I think they are husband and wife. They were with their luggages,while the maids were helping them with somethings. “I pray they have daughters” Jamal said and i smacked his head. “Ouch” “Jammy,you are such man-whore” i said and he chuckled.

I guess you could say she was a house help, but I could tell that she meant so much more to the family. My parents doted on her and did most things on their own anyway, in fact, it seemed like they kept her here as more of a companion than a help. "So, who lives next door?" I questioned as we waited for some parfait, curiosity of the man I had seen earlier getting to me. "Next door?" My mother looked at me confused for a second before her eyes lit up in realization. "Is that Damon Anderson? Yes, well a young man by name of Damon crowther Anderson he visits here once in a while, he lives next door."