The Player Next Door Novels & Stories

Nicky said while Nathaniel grunted in response. "Is it important?" Nathaniel asked, knitting his brows in confusion. Why did his friend need to see him? "Yeah". "Okay, let's meet at p&p down the street" Nicky informed and hung up, putting on his shaded glass and drove off. Nathaniel drove to the familiar environment before packing a house away from the Cafe as he saw his friend who rested on his car and high-school girls surrounding him, swooning over him as his friend was busy flashing them his ladies killer's smile. He shook his friend in dismay, his friend was what was called Player.

"We're neighbors now, so I brought you some fruit." She couldn't help but open the door. She looked at him in disbelief. "You're moving in next door?" "Yes. The place next to yours was vacant and for sale, so I bought it," Spencer replied. "Don't worry. I won't disturb you. I just wanted the peace of mind of being nearby. If you need anything, even in the middle of the night, just knock, and I'll be here whenever you call."

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

It was an angel who came to save me. END Thank you so much for reading! now we are going to start the story of the bad boy in the next door (2), story of Marlon and his wife.

I blinked. “Today?” He nodded. “Hockey season.” That explained it. “Good luck.” He smiled. “Thanks.” Then he headed out. The house felt oddly quiet afterward. Bree collapsed onto the couch dramatically. “Well.” I sat beside her. “Well what?” She spread her arms wide. “We officially live in a sports documentary.” I laughed. “That’s dramatic.” “Football house next door.” She pointed one direction. “Hockey player roommate.” She pointed the other. “This house has become neutral territory.”

I mumbled, feeling lost in thoughts. We are quiet for a while until he opens his mouth again. The things he spews has be clenching my fists. “I have a best friend now. Just like you and Uncle Gabe have Uncle Travis as your best friend” he begins. “That’s good” I was in no mood to chat. My mood was soured. Noah didn't seem to get the hint though. He kept talking. “His name is Gunner and he is our new neighbor. They moved in about a week ago”

Their team wins always fueled his energy for gaming but on days they lost, he would head straight to the rooftop basketball court instead. The doorbell rang. He ignored the door. He was deep into his game and close to leveling up. Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Ding Dong. With no choice, he paused the game and went to answer the door, irritated by the persistence. To his surprise, standing there was the last person he expected, his new neighbor. Sandra looked at Jerome with a blank face. He greeted her warmly, but she only responded with a slight nod. Leaning to the side, she tried to peer past his broad shoulder, searching for his friend.

Nadia played the game. "I hope you don't get an angry outburst from Adam Smith."A few moments Zayn made a call to Adam. Adam's company schedule is very busy but can be canceled if there is an urgent situation. Zayn suddenly appeared in the doorway. It wasn't too much of a surprise to Nadhea anymore than it used to be easy to surprise everyone. Weak defenses were fortified with impenetrable strong walls. This time in the face of Zayn, Nadhea still played the role of an easy woman.

The neighbour twice her age needs to have her teasing body. Enjoy. ************ Damn! The little whore next door was at it again. What was her game? Why did she put on a performance every night? It was dark outside, her light was on, his bedroom was located on the other side of the driveway. She had to know that he was watching her.

Until that one time. It was realy hot outside, in the middle of summer. Gym Window open, music playing, and me and Taylor just grinding away, half naked. I just finished a realy strong deadlift and all of a sudden notice something just outside the window. A soccer ball landing in the gras, only a few inches away. You must know, there is no fence between us and our next door neighbour. It's a family of 4. White Father, black mother and two very sweet black boys. One 14 the other just turned 18. A real looker. They both are, honestly. Playing outside all the time. Lean muscles from just that. I would lie if i told you, that i didn't love the idea of 2 bbc right next door. The chance of even on