Novel & Cerita 100 Ways To Annoy Your Neighbor

“Nonsense! Why would there be any surveillance in the smoking area?” Just as I was about to say there actually was, Ivy rubbed her eyes and cried out, “Mr. Shane, it’s not Ms. Hill’s fault. It’s all my fault for living next door to you. It led to Ms. Hill misunderstanding us. “Could you plead with Ms. Hill for me? She resents me and can bully me however she wants, but she can’t deliberately harm the child in my womb!” Julian’s eyes widened. “Clara, you’d harm an unborn baby? The child is innocent!”

You'll be happier when I'm dead anyway, won't you? She wailed and screamed loudly as she rushed toward the balcony in an exaggerated frenzy. But I knew that she wouldn't actually jump. This was just her most effective tactic to force me to give in. When she saw that I didn't move a muscle, she screamed and cried even louder than before. Soon, there was a loud knock on the door from our next-door neighbor, and another neighbor opposite our unit also opened their windows and yelled angrily at us. "What the hell do you think you're doing, yelling and screaming in the middle of the night? Are you going to let us sleep in peace or not? I'm going to call the police on you!"

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Not a kind of proud stare you give someone you admire, but the one you have on your face when someone says something totally stupid. “You know… being happy neighbors,” he clarifies, still grinning, something I’m becoming really pissed at. “Leave Nevan,” I snap coldly. “Or I’ll call the police to report you for disturbance of privacy.” “Is that a thing?” he asks, clicking his tongue, something I find more annoying than cute. I roll my eyes in disgust, “I’ll gladly make it one.” Nevan takes a step closer, and it takes everything to stop myself from headbutting him right back. I’m so not in the mood for this, not another drama.

I cursed as I eyed the red solo cups and beer cans that littered the street, slamming my car door behind me. Whoever my neighbors are might as well pack that U-Haul back up and return to wherever they came from because this is unsatisfactory. The vulgar rap music is loud, and the bass reverberated the windows of the house and could be heard at the beginning of the street. I need to have a word with the owner because this kind of behavior will not be tolerated.

Luci successfully interrupted my day with calls. First call. “Did you eat breakfast?” Second call. “Are you feeling dizzy?” Third call. “Did you take the meds?” Fourth call. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” Can she not be more annoying? “Your wife is running a surveillance operation on you,” Theo muttered. “She thinks I’m a dying antique.” I grinned. “She’s just worried.” “I know,” I sighed. Everything went better than I thought. By midday, I was done for the day. My aim of smacking or hitting someone to release the tension in me failed. I needed to let it out. The violence itch was real, and it was annoying me.

then turned his full body to me, "Do you have something you like playing ?" "No, I just play music, loud, blasting music on Saturday mornings and sunday mornings to annoy my neighbors " He threw back his head and let out another laughter, "Why would you do that? " "They do same other days" "So then it is a competition? " "Call it what you want, I think it is just fair" "Who would have thought you had it in you ?" he said, laughing .

With the guys off after food, Kim asked, “You said something about being foul-mouthed has put a crimp in your business. What did you mean by that?” “Oh, that’s a function of where we live. Although we’re not exactly sure, I think our closest neighbors are about a mile and a half away ... and that’s upwind, too. So living where we do I can scream my lungs out — and be as foul-mouthed as I care to be — without disturbing anyone.” She grinned and added, “And you know something else? I love screaming obscenities at Bill while he’s fucking my brains out.”

’ she yelled in frustration. She heard a knock on her door and when she opened it, she found the most annoying ‘Karen’ in her life. “What?!” she asked irritably. “Did you commit a crime?” her neighbor asked as she scanned her from head to toe. “What makes you think so?” the woman asked calmly. However, it was just the calm before the storm. “Looking at how you are dressed anyone would think you’ve just committed a crime,” ‘Karen’ answered. “OK,” the woman said and without wasting any more time, she slammed her door in the woman’s face.

She wanted to talk to that rude man, but she wouldn’t surely stoop that low just to prove her point. That made her day turn sour, but she tried to compose herself as she gave her other cookies to her other neighbors to build a good impression on them – and possibly market her pastries. There was so much positive feedback, then, that they were asking for her contact number if they wanted to order something from her. It turned out just great, yet the nearest one was just so rude, distant, and cold, which was certainly bugging her mind until she had already fallen asleep. Little did she know, someone in the darkness of the woods was already spying on her every move.