The Next Door Neighbor Book Novels & Stories

Jacob knew this woman well, his next-door neighbour, otherwise known to him as 'that hot MILF next door'. "No? I see." She continued, taking Jacob's stunned silence as a response, "Well... Hi, I'm Mrs Harper. I'm your neighbour from next door. But I guess you already recognised me." Jacob stood awkwardly, unable to speak while his mind internally screamed to start working. "I promised your mother that I'd return this book. Do you mind if I come in?" Mrs Harper chuckled awkwardly as she waved a book at Jacob. "Yes!" Jacob exclaimed in agreement, albeit louder than he expected to, "Yes... Yeah, I know you, Hi"

It marked the day that I, Charlotte Grace, had fallen in love with the boy next door. "Charlie!" my mom yelled from downstairs. "Charlie, come down here!" ''What does she want now?" I thought. I was in the middle of watching Scooby Doo in my room and it was getting into the good part - busting the bad guys. I picked up my remote which was lying beside me on the floor and pressed the mute button. "Why?" I asked, very annoyed by the interruption. She yelled again, "We're going next door to meet our new neighbors, so come down here right now!"

“You could have answered the door, man. You heard me playing.” Noah shrugs. “I was in the shower.” “Anyway, it wasn’t the mail guy. Ask me who it was.” Noah sighs heavily. “Do I care who it was?” “You would if you got a look at your hot as hell next door neighbor. She came by because the blow-up dolls got delivered to her.” Noah groans. “You went outside buck naked to get a package of blow-up dolls from the next door neighbor when I just moved into this neighborhood last week?”

As they peered through their windows, some of the neighbors bounced on their toes and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the new residents. Excitement built as rumors spread among the neighbors. "It looks like someone has finally bought that house!" they whisper to each other. One of the neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Bansal, a couple in their mid-50s, can't contain their curiosity any longer and decide to go meet the new family. They walk through the gate and find the owner of the new house instructing the movers on where to place the furniture. Mr. Bansal greets the owner cheerfully, saying "Good morning".

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.

I barely noticed the sound of a car approaching, its engine cutting through the rain and my thoughts. “Amara?” a voice called, calm, gentle, laced with concern. I froze. The car slowed, its headlights catching the raindrops clinging to my eyelashes. Elijah. My next-door neighbor. Quiet, thoughtful, the kind of person who always noticed things without needing to be told. He leaned out of the window, rain running down his hair, and his gaze was fixed on me. “What are you doing out here? In this rain?” he asked, voice soft but steady.

I close the door and walk towards the entrance. “Look over there! It’s little Amber. Is she trying to get her friend’s money?” A voice spoke. A neighbor who lives one floor below me. “Shut up. You don’t know me. Go buy some cats and get a life. Stop bothering me,” I yell at her as I stomp my way in. In Front of my apartment door, a small bag filled with oranges. The only neighbor I like out of all the compound. I smile and walk to the door beside mine. I knock on the door as I hear small thumps coming from the inside.

Nobody knows how much Lev is willing to pay just to have his peace back. The thing is, he also knows to himself that the peace and quiet that he wanted have become something priceless the moment his new neighbor moved in. Loud music on speaker, shouting on the phone-name it. It seems like that his new neighbor knows everything except for silence. And what could be the worst thing that can come from next door? Sex! Loud moans and all the other sexual sounds! Bed creaking, loud begging, ragged voices and heavy breathing, moans and moans and moans!

"You're going to be the perfect boyfriend. Attentive, affectionate, convincing. And in return, I'll keep your little secret safe." "For how long?" "For as long as I want. Forever, maybe. I haven't decided yet." She moves toward my bedroom, pausing in the doorway to look back at me. "Oh, and Rain? If I were you, I'd invest in some good noise-canceling headphones. Because starting tonight, your neighbor is going to be making some very unpleasant sounds through those thin walls." With that, she disappears into my bedroom, leaving me alone with how helpless I was. I sink back into my chair and bury my face in my hands. Mariah is next door, probably being threatened and manipulated by a man who's

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."