The Couple Nextdoor Novels & Stories

Did they not live here anymore? I glanced around and noticed a middle-aged woman staring at me from the house next door. Did she consider me a trespasser? “Hello! Has the Hemmingway family gone somewhere?” I asked her, taking a step or two in her direction. She nodded. “Yes, they’ve gone to Agapi Events on the next block for their son’s wedding.” A gasp of horror escaped my lips as I tried my best to hold back an expletive. “Whose wedding? Josh’s?”

" The next day. The couple got up at first light, and then went straight to their nearest farmer's market. As they were shopping, suddenly someone screamed and shouted, "Stop, thief!"

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."

she whispered. She adored Caleb's country estate in Brauny. She did remember Caleb's townhouse in Crown... and the residence wasn't awful. Nobody bothered her while they had been there. "I hope so," he chucked. "We'll be at the end so our only next door neighbor is Caleb. Across the lane is Lady and Lord Antebellum and Lord Randolph, they're very private individuals. Nobody will bother us." "It sounds lovely." He nodded. "It should be. Your bath is ready. I'll leave to relax."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"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.

I gestured towards my friends on either side of me. "Nice to meet you," they both chimed in simultaneously, their smiles matching their warm greetings. Cassandra was incredibly welcoming. She led us to the kitchen where she was busy preparing dinner. Her husband briefly excused himself to change, mentioning he would assist with cooking. "Make yourself at home," Adam's aunt said, her smile unwavering. We greeted her with a happy birthday wish, to which she graciously thanked us. After a few moments, her husband—Uncle Win—came downstairs in a simple T-shirt and joined her in the kitchen, helping with the preparations. It was evident they were a loving and harmonious couple. Observing their sea

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.”

It wasn't just a feeling though, it was a fact. I earnestly looked forward to our next meeting, but it never came, or at least not as I had expected. However, two weeks after our first encounter, Ms. Ellen appeared at my parents doorstep with a jar of cookies, and a wide smile, introducing herself as our next door neighbour. And then I knew the world was playing tricks on me.

"Wait." I looked away. "Is this his shirt?" I swallowed hard. “Yes." Maya just stared at me as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "And I found out last night that he lives next door." The room went silent. Then… "HE WHAT?!" "Lives next door.” I repeated slowly like I was reminding myself. "Next door as in same street?" "No, same building.” Her jaw dropped. "Same floor?" "Yes… ground floor." Her eyes somehow widened even further. "Ariana. You sat on a stranger's lap and he turned out to be your neighbor?"