The Neighbor Next Door Novels & Stories

While the master and his slave, or the service girl and the client, were doing whatever they desired to do with each other, the creepy neighbor next to Denny's house has been checking when Denny would come out of his home and was planning on "accidentally bumping" into him.

He was her knight in shining armor, and she would never forget that kindness for the rest of her life. "Hmm." Kendra hummed. "I don't know if you are aware of this, but I actually live with my mother. For over a year Collen had actually lived next door to us, so I got to see him as much as I wanted until he moved out. It was really depressing at first, but when our new neighbor moved in I could understand. Once again Collen was showing just how kind, and amazing he truly was. Our new neighbor at the time was a pregnant sixteen year old who's parents threw her out of her home when they discovered this fact.

Then he spotted Julia, he stopped and just seemed surprised. Even I was confused as to how he looked astonished when he looked down, and why he acted that way. "What happened to you, bro?" I asked as soon as I glanced, I can see my hand was still holding hers. I reverted it immediately because I was uncomfortable and didn't want my friend Derek Jones to think something else. "Anyway, this is Julia Avery," I said, "She's our new next-door neighbor. Julia, this is my friend, Derek Jones," I said as I gazed towards her.

I got home but couldn't stop thinking of the lady I met at the mall, who claimed to be my next door neighbor. "Next door neighbor". I murmured to myself How can I have a next door neighbor when I remembered I stayed in an estate with just my order brother, who is this lady and why was are her words ringing in my head.

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

I breathed, maybe a little too loud, because he heard me. His head tilted slightly in curiosity. "Oh, hey. You must be new to 5A?" "No, no, just visiting," Dad answered, patting my shoulder. "But my daughter will be working for the Walkers." Archie grinned. "Guess that makes us neighbors, then. I live next door." "Great," I squeaked, my voice way too high-pitched.

She shrugged and pouted. "My neighbor next door is a stranger, and you're still a stranger to me. It's no different." "Do you also drag your neighbor next door to eat bread with you?" "No, but that's not the point!" "Do you have...like, weird endearments for your neighbor, too?" "Hell no, he's a kind grandpa, he gave me a pack of his baked cookies one time." "Do you know his name, then?" She stopped moving. "No..." "We're different if that's the case, then."

Grace had seen him almost every summer, but they had never really spoken beyond the usual polite greetings. He was just Evan. The quiet neighbour across the street. Grace carried her suitcase inside and spent the next hour opening windows, unpacking, and trying to cool the house down. The afternoon passed quickly. By evening, the heat had softened enough for her to go outside. She decided to take a walk. She locked the front door and slipped the spare key beneath the mat, just as her aunt always did. Then she headed down the street. When Grace returned about forty minutes later, she noticed something strange. The front door was slightly open. She stopped on the porch. Her first thought was t

It's the same sick feeling I'd had last night when I'd tried so hard not to look at him. Nausea. Nadia is still talking. I catch only fragments. “...and you know how it goes. You're still on house arrest.” I nod as though I've been listening. “Oh, and you have a neighbor.” My attention sharpens. A neighbor? That pulls me out of the dark place. Excitement stirs. A neighbor means someone to talk to. They might even become a friend. Maybe I won't be completely alone here. Nadia soon leaves, and I wander toward the balcony to wait. Then I stop at the sight.

She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors. Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one. Eight. Nine. She swallowed hard. Ten. When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack. At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.